Showing posts with label browning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label browning. Show all posts

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The maturing of a growing hunter Part 2, 5 Years Old

5 Years Old

I can remember sneaking into a hiding spot with my Dad, watching him get ready and imitating him. My Dad with his 1940 Browning Auto 5 and me with a stick of unknown origin. First we hear Grandma's holler "woo hoo! Lets go ducks". Then the Rush of 100's of ducks lifting at the same time. Dad whispers "Here they come get ready" We lean deeper into our patch of Giant Rye Grass waiting in anticipation. The quiet whistling of the wings getting louder as they approach closer and closer. As their silhouettes come into focus over the horizon Dad whispers again "stay in your cover, hide your face". As the ducks get overhead Dad leans out of his patch of grass: Bang, Bang, Bang, goes the old double thumper. I point my stick and yell BANG, BANG. As birds start to fall and dogs get released, I adamantly say. "Got one Dad, I know I got one." Dad smiles and says "Good Job".


I run from cover out into the sage brush blanketed field, thinking I am just as good as those dogs finding downed birds.  I come upon a Mallard Drake and I grab it. What's this, it's still alive. I better find someone to take care of this. As I see Grandpa walking through the scrub, I think, I will take MY DUCK to Grandpa and he will help me. As I run over to Grandpa, I trip and fall (STUPID SAGE BRUSH). I get to Grandpa and tell him "I shot this duck" and Grandpa gives me a "Holy Smokes" I also tell him the duck bit me that's why I fell, Grandpa chuckles and rings the neck. We get back in the truck, me in the back seat with the muddy dog, there is no worries we're hunting.

At the end of the day it's time to clean the ducks. I find My Duck and start feathering. Now it's time to gut, well I better have someone do this part for me. Later around the camp fire I get to tell my story of triumph.
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I was about 5 years old, this is my first memory of hunting.

Part 1 "Before Memories"

Part 3 (10 Years Old)

Friday, January 28, 2011

SHOTGUNS!!!!!

So I was just wondering what kind of shotguns people use?

I currently use a Winchester SX3 waterfowler automatic that shoots 3.5 inch shells. I use it for everything in regards to hunting.
I notice in really cold weather it doesn't like to eject the shells and I get a lot of stove pipes. I also have trouble shooting some low base target rounds. They too seem to not want to eject. But I still love the gun and would recommend it. It weighs 7 lbs.

I used to shoot an old Browning auto 5 that my grandpa gave me. It was his gun he bought in 1940. That gun would work no matter how dirty or cold it was. It is heavy at 8 lbs and only shoots 2 3/4 inch shells. If you don't know anything about these guns the barrel actually slides back into the chamber to eject the shells which gives it some extra kick.

I also own a Remington 870 express which will shoot 3 inch shells, good gun for beginners but also works for everyone else. It weighs 7.5 lbs. If you're more experienced in hunting and shooting and you like the 870 I would recommend the 870 express magnum which will shoot the 3 1/2 inch shells. It also most of the time has a longer barrel which I prefer.

I prefer a tighter choke in my guns while hunting ducks, and a bigger choke when hunting grouse. Where I hunt ducks in eastern WA There are many times where I have longer than average shots. So I like the tight group my SX3 throws out there to bring down the ducks. Where I grouse hunt in eastern WA it is in high thick timber or in bushy creek beds. So when you flush a grouse you have to be on it fast and get a shot out fast, with a bigger shot pattern your chances are better to bring down the grouse or what ever you're shooting at.

Well I kind of got on a soap box there but that's how I like my guns.