Art Eatman
Moderator In Memoriam
Mr. Ruark's advice still holds, seems to me...
Way back when the mountains weren't as tall as they are now, Texas was in a drouth period. About that time, T A&M U released a report (we heard) that said (allegedly) that seven jackrabbits eat as much grass as one cow.
Whether or not that's so, doesn't matter. However, it did lead to lots of folks becoming jackrabbit hunters. This included me, my father and my uncle. Pop mostly used a .220 Swift; Uncle Joe had a Gebby-barrelled Varminter, the fore-runner of today's .22-250. I had a Remington 550 .22 auto-shucker with a K2.5 on it.
We were out spotlighting one night and it was my turn to take a shot. I pulled off a bit and instead of a headshot on Big Bunny I hit just behind the shoulders. That jack jumped and squealed and kicked and really made a fuss before I got a second hit and put him out of his misery.
Uncle Joe griped at me for the poor shooting, but the end result was his browsing through "stuff" and giving me a 1917 Enfield...Handloading 110-grain Bunny Loads changed my whole world.
That's why I sorta fuss at folks who use centerfire .22s on deer or who would use a .22 rimfire on coyote-sized critters. It's not that mouse-pills won't kill; sure they will. The big problem is that dad-gummed Mr. Murphy, and his Laws about Bad Hits.
Now, Dead-Eye Dick or Sammy Super-shot may have a history of perfection in hitting where they aim. I'm happy for them, and generally say little against such shooters. Heck, I've done pretty good myownself through these decades. But, I'm a pessimist--and that keeps me somewhat "over-gunned" by the standards of some folks.
I'll shoot a coyote, with my .223--but I limit the distance. I'll shoot a 120-pound deer with a .243, but I'm picky about my hold, the distance and all that. There's a real-world reason for the old jingle, "There ain't many things a fella can't fix, with a few hundred dollars and a thutty-ought-six."
So all the above natter is an effort to explain why I think as I do, and why I make the suggestions I do.
Just points to ponder.
, Art
Way back when the mountains weren't as tall as they are now, Texas was in a drouth period. About that time, T A&M U released a report (we heard) that said (allegedly) that seven jackrabbits eat as much grass as one cow.
Whether or not that's so, doesn't matter. However, it did lead to lots of folks becoming jackrabbit hunters. This included me, my father and my uncle. Pop mostly used a .220 Swift; Uncle Joe had a Gebby-barrelled Varminter, the fore-runner of today's .22-250. I had a Remington 550 .22 auto-shucker with a K2.5 on it.
We were out spotlighting one night and it was my turn to take a shot. I pulled off a bit and instead of a headshot on Big Bunny I hit just behind the shoulders. That jack jumped and squealed and kicked and really made a fuss before I got a second hit and put him out of his misery.
Uncle Joe griped at me for the poor shooting, but the end result was his browsing through "stuff" and giving me a 1917 Enfield...Handloading 110-grain Bunny Loads changed my whole world.
That's why I sorta fuss at folks who use centerfire .22s on deer or who would use a .22 rimfire on coyote-sized critters. It's not that mouse-pills won't kill; sure they will. The big problem is that dad-gummed Mr. Murphy, and his Laws about Bad Hits.
Now, Dead-Eye Dick or Sammy Super-shot may have a history of perfection in hitting where they aim. I'm happy for them, and generally say little against such shooters. Heck, I've done pretty good myownself through these decades. But, I'm a pessimist--and that keeps me somewhat "over-gunned" by the standards of some folks.
I'll shoot a coyote, with my .223--but I limit the distance. I'll shoot a 120-pound deer with a .243, but I'm picky about my hold, the distance and all that. There's a real-world reason for the old jingle, "There ain't many things a fella can't fix, with a few hundred dollars and a thutty-ought-six."
So all the above natter is an effort to explain why I think as I do, and why I make the suggestions I do.
Just points to ponder.
, Art