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Squamch goes on a moose hunt

Squamch does that remington 710 have a brake?

I love 30-06. It can be found anywhere and literally take anything in the world for the most part.
 
Steve300xcw said:
Looks like tape to me
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Correct.

In other news, if you get a draw, make sure half the unit doesn't burn down that summer.

Found some cool stuff and places though.
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According to some guys I work with, you did it right, I was told the only way to screw up a moose hunt was to shoot a moose.
 
YJLOPES said:
According to some guys I work with, you did it right, I was told the only way to screw up a moose hunt was to shoot a moose.
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Dad sent a reminder text "2 acceptable places to shoot a moose! In the neck, and on the road!"
Followed 10 minutes later by a caveat "Actually heart/lungs ain't bad, but do it twice to keep him on the road!"
 
FrankenToy said:
???... Stovebolt laying on it's "passenger" side... :))
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From 1952 to 1959, GMC manufactured the civilian 302 engine, which was not sealed, had a mechanical fuel pump, and used a standard oil pan. Power listed in 1959-160 HP @ 3600 rpm; torque 268 lb ft @ 1600 rpm.
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This one has the wrong intake manifold though.
 
M92PV4U said:
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From 1952 to 1959, GMC manufactured the civilian 302 engine, which was not sealed, had a mechanical fuel pump, and used a standard oil pan. Power listed in 1959-160 HP @ 3600 rpm; torque 268 lb ft @ 1600 rpm.
This one has the wrong intake manifold though.
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All righty, I learned something new. Thank you... :beer:
 
Roc Doc said:
60,000psi pushing a 150g bullet in 8x57 Mauser at 2900 fps is a good combo.
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Yet to try it out. On hold till house passes framing final.

Squamch, can you elaborate on teh kutteh hunt ?
 
Splib said:
Yet to try it out. On hold till house passes framing final.

Squamch, can you elaborate on teh kutteh hunt ?
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I buy a tag every year...just in case.

Here's the write up I did for the local hunting forum at the time.


Yesterday started off like any other normal hunting day for me. 1206am, my closed laptop started playing music and woke my wife and I up, took a couple minutes to figure out just what was happening and fox the problem. Major sleep pattern interruption.
The alarm went off at 330am, about 38 seconds after I fell back asleep.
Got up, coffee, breakfast, coffee.
Guns and lunch into the truck, text my partner to make sure he's awake and ready for me, and away I go.
Loaded up at his place and hit the road. Stopped at the Youbou store because coffee. Last weekend as I sat in those convenient portajohn's, all I could hear was wolves howling up the hill. Nice and quiet other than the rain today. Hopes run high. No one else seems to be heading in, the elk were all good enough to stay off the road...so far so good.
Disaster! The previously unlocked gate...locked!
Ok. Plan B. What was plan B again? Reinforce plan A. Damn. Ok. Back on the road. Let's find an open gate. Not that one, that road is blocked 1km up. Quad width route through the rockslide. Not on these tires hombre.
Carry on.
Let's send a hail Mary and see if maybe the gate on the road to "the top where I shot the big one a few years back and I have a couple trail cams" is unlocked.
It's not just unlocked. Not like that time when it was closed but unlocked so we went through anyway and found guys doing cocaine and shooting down the road onto a blind corner. That's another story. No, this time Its wiiiiiiide open! Just like when it wasn't hunting season! Not to worry, there are 3 more gates they could lock.
ALL OPEN!!
YAHTZEE! GREAT SUCCESS! ONWARDS TO VICTORY!
So we continued, as you do, when faced with such opportunity.
Go right towards the top, or left, which loops a looooong way around and up, and eventually ends up in a cut just the other side of the mountain from the one where I shot the big one a few years back. It's blocked at the second rockslide though, so we'll walk from there.
Honestly, there are probably 4 people who can follow these directions unerringly. 2 of us were in the truck.

Left it is.
The road is washed out, overgrown, half the windshield is covered in alder leaves, if you open the window 1/4" you get whipped by branches and soaked...its perfect.
We were creeping along in 4high, 1st gear, when I, a noted observer of my surroundings, pointed out the obvious. "Big rock." It's big. Larger than the average shed. Smaller than the average house, but the average between those 2...about that size.
My partner glanced over, being used to such erudite observations, and said...."Yep." Sherlock and Watson in camouflage.
Then he made his mistake. He went back to paying attention to what was passing for a road, ahead of us.
Not me. I continued to gaze with wonder at the big rock. As we got closer, I saw another rock leaning on it. This one was more like an average sized garden shed.

As we drew even with the rocks, excitement occurred. Not standard road excitement. Not the usual "grouse!" Followed by a scramble for the .22. No. This was real excitement.

"CATCATCATCATCAT!!!!"

Holy crap. Holy crap holy crap holy crap.

Out of the truck.
Load rifle.
Rack a round.
Safety on.
Scope caps open.
Is the scope dialed down to minimum magnification??

I glanced into the now empty space I had caught a flash of tawny fur and a looooong tail bounding out of. Scramble up the bank with my rifle ready..."Where....where....trees? Nope...where...HOLY CRAP! He was crouched 25 feet in front of me staring me down." Rifle up, vaguely aware of my partner coming up the bank behind me. Crosshairs settled, and BOOM.
The cat ran maybe 25 yards, jumped for a tree and fell out of sight.
My whole body started shaking.
My partner had come up the bank, and seen the cat just in time to see the shot. He looked at me, grabbed me and yelled "Dude! You just got a cougar! You just shot a cougar! We just got a freaking COUGAR!"
I would like to claim I sat down. Realistically, it was at best semi-controlled descent.
We gave it 5 minutes, then very carefully, we moved back into the bush, and moved towards where it had gone out of sight. I was absolutely confident in my shot, but at the same time...it's a cougar.
We got to the bank where it had disappeared and there it was, twisted on it's back at the bottom of the tree it had jumped towards. I tossed a stick at it just to be sure, then we climbed down and manhandled it back up to flattish ground for some pictures, then out to the road for skinning and gutting. Turned out I managed a spectacular shot, there was one little chicken nugget of heart left, and a couple pieces of lung. Very dead, very fast.

So. That's the story of how I joined the "cougar with no dogs" club. Pretty excited to get this guy on the BBQ. My family is all clamoring for the meat too.



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Visible in the background is the big rock of note. I set cams on it for a couple years, never saw another critter.
 
Thanks for taking the time to post that Nice kitty!!! I have a tag, also for just in case. Damn that fucker looks big :flipoff2:
 
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