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  • October 29, 2009

    Bourjaily: Slow Down To Speed Up

    Over the weekend I helped out at a Pheasants Forever Mentored Youth Hunt. PF, I should mention here, is my favorite of the single-species groups because they spend all their money locally, do good habitat work, and support youth hunting and shooting of all kinds. Anyway, it was my job to run three groups of kids through some shooting instruction before they went hunting.  I’ve done this before, and I learn more from watching the kids shoot than they learn listening to me.

    This weekend’s takeaway: slow down to speed up.

    Since the kids were going to shoot flushing birds, I had them start from a safe field carry position, then call pull, and mount and shoot. Naturally, all of them wanted to throw the gun up as fast as possible.  The kids would whip the gun up, then have to readust their faces on the stock, then find the target again,  and shoot.

    Move slowly, I told them. Push the muzzle toward the bird like you’re trying to stick it with a bayonet and raise the gun to your face smoothly.

    I expected them to start hitting targets better. What I didn’t expect was that they would start hitting targets faster. But they did. Moving slower got them on target sooner.

    Watching over their shoulders, the difference in the speed and quality of their breaks was dramatic.  Why?  Because the mount was right the first time; because their eye was never pulled off target and onto the gun; because they were moving in synch with the bird. As they smoked birds effortlessly, the kids looked at me like I had taught them a magic trick, which, in a way, I had: our eye to hand coordination is capable of miraculous feats, if we just let it work.

    Try it yourself: slow down, you’ll shoot faster.

  • October 28, 2009

    Petzal: How to Sweat Up A Ridge

    This past summer, a geezer friend of mine was railing at the current generation of hunters who roost in trees like so many spavined turkeys and rarely walk anywhere.

    “They haven’t sweated up ridges like you and I have,” he snarled.

    Sometimes, you gotta walk uphill, and if you haven’t done much of it, here are some tips from someone who has done a lot it and hated every yard.

    *Pay careful attention to how much weight you’re packing, both on your carcass and in your pack. Your boots are especially important. A pair of heavy boots will weigh you down worse than would our current Secretary of State in your backpack.

    *Before you start, take off your hat, your gloves, and whatever you wear around your neck. Open your coat. If you have a vest or a down shirt  under the coat, put it in your pack. It will do you no good to get all the way to the top and then freeze in your own sweat.

    *The way to climb is with a catatonic plod. If you have to stop and catch your breath every few minutes you’re going too fast.

    *If you are 60 or older, do not hunt with people who are younger. No matter what kind of shape you are in you are not going to match strides with someone who is 20 years younger. Go with geezers only.

    *If you do go hunting with people who are younger and fitter than you, don’t expect sympathy and don’t expect them to slow down for your benefit.

    *Don’t look up, ever. Keep your eyes on the trail right in front of you.

  • October 27, 2009

    Bourjaily Eats Crow: Light Shotguns Can Be Great for Waterfowl

    Today’s first course is crow in a figurative sense:

    I have long insisted that the best waterfowl guns weigh a lot --  eight pounds or even close to nine – for  adequate recoil absorption. I believed they should have long barrels – 28-inches or even 30 --  and weight-forward balance.  I have said so in print many times.

    I was wrong. Waterfowl guns can be long and heavy, but they can be short and light, too.

    This summer, I bought a barely-used Benelli M2. A 12 gauge, it is 6 pounds, 14 ounces, with a 26-inch barrel and slightly butt-heavy balance;  everything I supposedly dislike in a waterfowl gun.  And I love it. I’ve been hunting with it since our duck season opened last week and leaving my 8 ½ pound, 30-inch barreled BPS in the gun cabinet. The M2 rides lightly slung over my shoulder when I’m burdened down with decoys; the shorter barrel and butt heavy balance haven’t yet prevented me from killing nearly every duck I’ve shot at.  With reasonable loads – 1 ¼ ounces of shot at 1450 fps – it doesn’t kick too badly.  A light, compact waterfowl gun can be a joy, and I was wrong ever to say otherwise.

    ***

    Recently I literally ate some crow, too, as in, I cooked and ate one. See photo.

    My friend Mike killed the bird while we were duck hunting.  I had never actually seen a crow shot before and the idea of leaving it in the field bothered me, so I brought it home along with my ducks.

    I had always been curious about eating crow. My copy of “Cooking Wild Game” by Frank Ashbrook and Edna Sater states: “ . . . some strong champions of crow meat are coming to the front with proved claims of its excellence. They state that unwarranted prejudice alone prevents many sportsmen from hunting them with an eye or thought to their table qualities.” I should note that “Cooking Wild Game” was published by the US Fish and Wildlife Service  in 1945, to encourage consumption of wild animals of all kinds (up to and including opossums*, sparrows and skunks)  to free up beef, pork and poultry for the war effort.

    I breasted the bird, yielding two small medallions of red meat. I marinated them in Italian dressing overnight, then broiled them rare with some pepper jack cheese melted on top. It was really quite good. The meat was very much like duck, but tenderer .  Unfortunately, no matter how good it was, I couldn’t quite get my mind past the fact that it was crow meat.  I doubt I’ll do it again. But, I satisfied my curiosity, kept the bird from going to waste, and did my bit to smash the Axis, even if it was 64 years too late.
     
    * ”Opossum with Tomato Sauce” and “Opossum Stuffing” are just two of the tempting recipes in the opossum section

  • October 26, 2009

    Petzal: Dakota Arms is Back from the Brink

    In 1987, Don Allen a retired airline pilot from Sturgis, South Dakota, and his wife Norma, founded Dakota Arms, a company that produced high-grade hunting rifles based on a design worked up by him and ace metal man Pete Grisel. The Dakota Model 76, the company’s basic model, was an immediate success, and was soon joined by other variations.

    In 2003 Don Allen died, and not long thereafter Norma sold the company. The new owner brought other lines under the Dakota roof: Miller Arms (single-shot rifles), Dan Walter (aluminum cases) and Nesika Bay Precision (rifles and actions). But for whatever reasons it all went wrong, and this past summer Dakota was about a week away from closing its doors forever.

    Enter Remington Arms, which bought the enterprise and is now engaged in bringing Dakota back. The man in charge of this is Carlos Martinez who, a year ago, was given control of the Remington Custom Shop and told to breathe new life into it. He did, in spades, but now he has a more difficult job.

    Dakota has always built beautiful rifles (even the plain ones) but from my own experience, which is pretty extensive, they have been plagued with quality-control problems and have not been as accurate they should be.

    We will see what Mr. Martinez can do. In the meanwhile, Dakota is on sound financial footing once again. If you have a rifle on order you will get it. If you want to order one, you will get it. I wish them well. Don Allen was one of the all-time nice guys in the business, and his creation is worth keeping alive.

  • October 23, 2009

    Bourjaily: Beretta’s Real Dinosaur Gun

    Some of you expressed disappointment that the new Beretta A400  -- billed as a dinosaur gun -- turned out to be a mere 3 ½ inch 12 gauge.  While I think the A400 should be a dandy gun for ducks, geese and pheasants, it is admittedly on the light side for one-shot kills on larger sauropods. I would want more gun. In fact, I would want one of these.

    Here is a picture of Beretta’s real dinosaur gun, which I saw during my tour of the factory. It has a bore of 40mm (1.6 inches) and shoots about a pound of shot. Berretta made lots of punt guns like this one for local use on nearby Lake Garda, some with bores up to 53mm (just over 2 inches). This gun and boat date to the 1940s.

    The idea of punt gunning is to sneak up on rafted ducks and geese in a low profile boat and shoot the flock on the water at about 40 yards with a lot of shot from a very big gun. This video shows you what a punt gun can do to a bunch of balloons:

    Most punts have a single sculling oar that sticks out the stern, allowing you to lie down out of sight and paddle one handed. This one has three sets of oarlocks for rowing around the lake. Then, when it’s time to pull a sneak on a flock rafted ducks, the crew lies down and turns the cranks (you can see one just behind the breech of the gun) that drive two little propellers in the stern. The drive system reminded me a little of the Civil War submarine Hunley, albeit a little more refined.

    It should be noted that Lake Garda, like any large lake in the world, is said to be home to a lake monster, probably some type of pliosaur.  I think a pound of shot upside the head would permanently discourage the largest marine reptile, don’t you?

  • October 22, 2009

    Petzal: Kind Words for High-Tech Hunting Gadgets

    Breaking up is hard to do.—Neil Sedaka, 1962

    Changing your mind at this stage of life is a lot harder than breaking up.—David E. Petzal, 2009

    Over the past decade and a half I’ve been braying to one and all about the pernicious effect that high-tech gadgetry is having on hunting. Now, however, I think it’s time to re-think things. A couple of weeks ago I went on a mule deer hunt in southeast Oregon, and while I and my rifle made it, my sense of distance did not. For whatever reason I was misjudging ranges by 100 yards or more, even at 300 and under.

    What saved me was the fact that I, and everyone else, had a laser rangefinder, and when I got the drop on a 4x5 buck and the laser said 305 yards, I listened to it and not my own inner voice, which is frequently full of s**t anyway.

    My rifle was a Mark Bansner .270 WSM, loaded with 150-grain Swift A-Frame bullets at 3,050 fps, and the scope was one of Bushnell’s new 6500 Elite 2.5X-15X rifles with the D.O.A. range-compensating reticle. D.O.A. stands for “dead-on-accurate,” and it is, but only if you know the range. So rather than guess how far it was I sicced high technology on the poor animal, put the 300-yard dot on his ribs, and trust me when I tell you that the bullet went exactly where the dot was.

    Not only are the 6500 Elites tougher than Hillary Rodham Clinton, they are extremely bright and sharp. One evening after the sun had set I trained the scope on a herd of deer in a field of pale yellow grass. They were spread out from 630 to 750 yards, and despite the fact that the sun was gone, I could still get a perfectly clear, sharp sight picture.
    It is a wonderful world we live in.

  • October 21, 2009

    Bourjaily: Some Gold-Medal Shooting Advice

    That’s me with skeet shooter Chiara Cainero at dinner in Brescia, Italy. She is holding her gold medal from the 2008 Beijing Olympics, which she won in a three-way shootoff in the rain.

    Cainero shoots way better than she speaks English, and I shoot better than I speak Italian (which is not saying much), but we were still able to talk about how she trained to deal with Olympic pressure.

    She shoots only 100-300 rounds a day, which is low for an elite shooter. But, she told me she does lots of visualization. Visualization lets you practice without ever picking up a gun. You picture yourself at the range, and imagine setting up for the target, going through your pre-shot routine, calling for the bird, seeing it, and making a good move and crushing it. The more detail you can work into your mental images, the more effective your mental training becomes.  Visualization conditions your mind and body to perform, even in the heat of a three way shootoff on your sport’s biggest stage.

    Visualization is an important training method and top athletes like Carineo take it very seriously. It’s much more than merely daydreaming about hearing your national anthem with a medal around your neck.

     “When I visualize, I think about shooting in the Olympics. But I don’t think about winning,” she said. “I think about breaking targets in the Oympics.”
    Evidently  it works.

  • October 20, 2009

    Petzal: Five Shots in One Hole

    If you have any doubt that we live in the best of all possible worlds, take a look at this. The five (yes, five) shots in the single hole in the bull were put there during the NBRSA Nationals in St. Louis. They were fired by a contractor from California named Tom Libby, and his rifle of choice was a 6 PPC. The group measures .093-inch, and the big sockdolaper is, it was shot at 200 yards.

    I am indebted to Mr. M. Coleman, gunsmith, raconteur, and philosopher, for the photo and the info.

  • October 19, 2009

    Bourjaily: A Trap Table Project from 4-H

    My friend Walter sent me this picture a while back from the Iowa State Fair. The fair is perhaps best known for the life-size butter cow and other butter sculptures* but you see all kinds of neat stuff if you wander around the exhibit halls. Walter spotted this trap-table in the 4-H hall. It won a blue ribbon for Marc Fullerton of Nora Springs in the Science, Mechanics and Engineering category and is solid evidence that 4-H still supports hunting, shooting and other wholesome activities.

    It’s a pretty cool project. Two trappers can sit side by side on the picnic table seat. The cutout in the middle holds a cardboard box for empty hulls, and there are four padded barrel rests on each end of the table.
    Congratulations to Marc and to 4-H.

    *this year’s controversy: PETA** and right-wing groups sided together to successfully oppose a butter Michael Jackson. The conservatives disapproved of Jackson’s morals, while PETA wanted the statue made from margarine.

    **Speaking of PETA and Iowa, I note with here with, perhaps, misplaced pride that when PETA mascot Chris P. Carrot visited a Des Moines school several years ago to promote vegetarianism he was attacked by a mob of children. They stuffed beef jerky into his costume, then chased him back to his van, hurling bologna at him and chanting “F*#%  PETA! We love meat!”

  • October 16, 2009

    Petzal: The Conflicted Hunter

    Finn Aagaard, who was a hugely popular writer on guns and hunting and who left us, much too early, in 1999, was a great storyteller as well. Not long before his death, he sat down with a tape recorder and recounted his early days in Kenya, as a kid, in the bitter campaign against the Mau Mau, and as a professional hunter.

    Aagaard, who loved to hunt, and was responsible either directly or indirectly for the death of who knows how many animals, imposed strict limitations on himself about pulling the trigger. He did not hunt predators for himself, either in Africa or later when he moved to the U.S. He did not allow shooting to see something die. By the time he recorded the tape, as he says, he simply was not interested in seeing anything more dead animals on the ground.

    But it was elephant that really pulled him in two directions. He says, flatly, that the jumbo is the greatest big-game animal on earth, and that he loved to hunt them. But he also states that killing an elephant is “…bloody close to murder.” He refused to shoot elephants on control as so many PHs have done, because it meant wiping out a herd—bulls, calves, and cows—and he had no heart for that. I think that many of us share those same feelings, if not for elephants, then for other game.

    The three-disc set on which this can be heard is titled “Finn Aagaard on Kenya,” and it is notable not just for what is on it, but for the joy with which Finn recounts his life and doings. Remember as you listen to it that he has only a little while to live, and knows it. It runs for 3 hours, and you can order it for $24.95 from safaripress.com

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