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Congratulations. I harvested my largest blacktail with a model 99 300 savage my grandpa gave me. His brother Fred, bought four of them, one for him, his two brothers and their dad. I was given Fred's rifle. It was well worn as he lived in Alaska and used it a lot. I harvested that buck the year my grandfather passed, so it is a special hunt for me. I also harvested my largest black bear at 20 feet that year with the same rifle. Thanks for sharing.
Nice big blacktail! I took my ol’ model 94 30-30 I inherited from my grandfather out for the late blacktail season. With a goal to harvest a blackie but I let my son harvest the only buck we seen. So have to try again next year! It’s awesome to see the guys and gals taking out guns that have been passed down and using them for the purpose they were intended for.
Not a Blacktail but grandpas passed down .300 savage. Decided a cow tag was the perfect time to use it.
Not a deer, but good story. When I was a little kid my folks did not have any money so rented out a spare bedroom. It was rented to a fellow who was in the Navy, and when he got transferred out he could not take his rifle: a Winchester model model 69, .22 long rifle’semi - target’. He gave the rifle to my dad when I was just 4 or 5 years old, and when I was about 10 Dad started to teach me how to shoot it. At 13, Dad let me keep the rifle in my room as long as I took the bolt out and hid it from my friends… Dad was very safety conscious and told me in no uncertain terms if I ever did anything stupid he would take it away and never let me shoot with him again. That was a serious threat. We had great times plinking in the woods and later I did a little bit of rabbit and grouse hunting with it. It’s really accurate and can hold 3” groups at 100 yards. Fast-forward about 60 years; I got a call from my granddaughter saying there was a coyote on their back deck, eyeing their chickens and it would not run away when she yelled at it: she asked me if I could bring some broadheads for her bow, but I said in a case like this it sounds like need for a firearm. I grabbed the trusty old 22 and half an hour later I with her walking their property on the Key Peninsula. She guided me on a couple of trails and as we walked a Ridge saw the coyote 50 yards away sitting in a clearing looking at us. I sat down, snugged the sling as dad taught me and touched the 2# trigger. End of coyote. That was the perfect time for me to have a firearms talk with her which led to a plinking session. She thanked me and said she’d never forget this time together.
