The 65gr game king is the best deer bullet combination of accuracy and performance on game I have found while being constrained by twist rate....1 in 9 twist
The 65gr game king is the best deer bullet combination of accuracy and performance on game I have found while being constrained by twist rate....1 in 9 twist
"Hunting and fishing" fucking over licenced firearms owners since ages ago.
308Win One chambering to rule them all.
I've read maybe a page or three on this topic myself and cant believe the turn around from the old to now.
The range of different projectiles today is bloody overwhelming to me fi starters let alone the pics of big holes and little holes where these new bullets have blasted their way into flesh etc, guess it's the new norm eh. The wee .22 pills as we know were thrashed to death decades ago and put down by those that thought they knew everything. Those of you who worked day in day out on the safer end of a rifle lol know too well that one projectile weight was basically used for every thing that stuck it's head up.
Would it be safe for me to say that today the GET IN CLOSE thingy is/has kinda left the room.. would you say?
There are some of us ol pricks that are still living in the good ol days..although our numbers are but a few.
Who knows what's around the corner.....I certanly would not be giving a toss about what type of new pill that Joe blogs happened to shoot his deer with. Perhaps I could put up a story myself of old and new where just one bullet weight does it all eh.
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“Perhaps I could put up a story myself of old and new where just one bullet weight does it all eh.”
Go on Old Timer,(capitals for respect), spin us a good old West Coast yarn. Take us back to the days of swannies, Buller boots, black jacky hoes, green river knives, railway tarps, and Norse wear socks.
Cheers MG
If it flies, floats or f#cks, your better off to rent it
You had undies!? For some, undies, we’re a luxury. So were socks
As a young fella in the late sixties I once followed govt gun up a steep ridge in his bullers without any socks, and his wedding tackle swinging freely out the leg of his shorts. Never been more happy to get to the tops
Cheers MG
If it flies, floats or f#cks, your better off to rent it
That era of the culler out for xmas or the end of the season is well captured in Lew Sutherlands book particularly in the beginning. Neville Toohill's book "Spotlighting"has a chapter that spells the end of the ground meat hunter. Sorta like working at the freezing works during the boom years. Money in your pocket and the beer was always icey cold.
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