Great white hunter.

[SpankMe]

<table width="100%"><tr><td><normalfont>Not exactly wild elephant, tiger or bear, but it's still a bit of fun jumping on the bike with rifle slung over my shoulder to ride out to the country and pop off some goats. :ar15:

I much prever small game hunting. Me likes to hunt wabbit. :)

So who else does a bit of hunting, and what ya got in your gun safe <img src="images/icons/icon5.gif"></normalfont></td><td><img src="/images/hunter.jpg"</td></tr></table>

[svenhanne]

the gunsafe carries a Ruger 10/22

and the target is usually goats and possums... up north

[Will Beard]

Last time i was up the wanganui river at the old mans batch,him and i rowed up river about 100mtrs. nice spot by the river bank .

From here we sat for awhile and they came out to graze.1 deer 2 pigs with a bolt action 303 it was over in seconds. Spent the rest of the evening rowing them back to the batch.
Army marksman speed training paid off, plus the fact dad took me hunting from the age of 7, my first kill was by knife only.

training rifle for the kids .22 stirling semi auto. great for wabbits.
.22 stirling magnum bolt action, single barrel 12g ,double barrel 12g, 308 bolt action & a couple of rebarrelled 303(dad bought them new with the original rifles)

My favorite rifle ; 7.62mm SLR (self loading rifle) complete with trilux sight. used by nz army for years .The m16, stiers etc are toys compared to the SLR. Even the yanks bought them into use for the gulf war for their range and stopping power

happy hunting

regards will:bigthumb:

[SPman]

The 7.62's are great - but they dont arf bruise your shoulder if you dont seat them properly!

[Smorg]

Bzzzzt clear! Thread revived! hahahaha (im bored)

[DemonWolf]

bhahahaaa.. cheers Smorgen.. that was funny!

[Bangbug]

Guns? Bikes?
Those are a few of my favourite things...... (breaks into song for a full 5 mins)
Ah ah hem....
SLR! 7.62, you are a bad bad man. That is a bad bad gun :)
Nothing like a bit of brute force to fix the problem.
Remington 7mm mag is a fav of mine. But that's just me, I'm a stand-off weapon sort of guy :P Then you send in the skinhead brother to finish off anything with his knife (try not to leave anything though :( ) radio contact saves leg work :P saves MY leg work hehehehehe
Bike for doing all this?
1985 185 honda (xl? I forget)
So yay for a bit of hunting!
Yey for crazy ex army guys who start interesting posts..... yes..... crazy.... you're CRAZY! Why? Cuz i said so! DON'T QUESTION ME SOLDIER! FRONT AND CENTRE! BUTTON YOUR PANTS LAD! QUICK ABOUT IT! NOW DROP AND GIVE ME.................. (suspense is an excellent thread tool)............... a pint.
Good'o
Toodle pipp

P.S: so it wasn't the CRAZY ex army guy who started it. but i liked his post the best....

[Qkchk]

Odd bit of Duck shooting (hiding in the rushes til sunrise) Spent alot of time hunting rabbits/feral cats and possums. .22 (Ruger and Marlin) and .22 Magnum - Agghh those where the days. :wait:

Anyone got a spare .22 and some bunnies they want irrdicated?

[SpankMe]

Fresh from my SV site.

The attached pictures are of a man who works for the US Forest Service in Alaska and his trophy bear. He was out deer hunting last week when a large grizzly bear charged him from about 50 yards away. The guy emptied his 7mm Magnum semi-automatic rifle into the bear and it dropped a few feet from him. The big bear was still alive so he reloaded and shot it several times in the head. The bear was just over one thousand six hundred pounds It stood 12' 6" (3.8m)high at the shoulder, 14'(4.3m) to the top of his head. It's the largest grizzly bear ever recorded in the world.

Of course, the Alaska Fish and Wildlife Commission did not let him keep it as a trophy, but the bear will be stuffed and mounted, and placed on display at the Anchorage airport to remind tourists of the risks involved when in the wild.

Based on the contents of the bears stomach, the Fish and Wildlife Commission established the bear had killed at least two humans in the past 72 hours including a missing hiker.

The US Forest Service, backtracking from where the bear had originated, found the hiker's 38-caliber pistol emptied. Not far from the pistol was the remains of the hiker. The other body has not been found. Although the hiker fired six shots and managed to hit the grizzly with four shots (the Service ultimately found four 38 caliber slugs along with twelve 7mm slugs inside the bear's dead body), it only wounded the bear and probably angered it immensely. The bear killed the hiker an estimated two days prior to the bear's own death by the gun of the Forest Service worker.

Think about this:

If you are an average size man; You would be level with the bear's navel when he stood upright. The bear would look you in the eye when it walked on all fours! To give additional perspective, consider that this particular bear, standing on its hind legs, could walk up to an average single story house and look over the roof, or walk up to a two story house and look in the bedroom windows.

[Drunken Monkey]

Anyone got a spare .22 and some bunnies they want irrdicated?

haha, take a number. Good hunting spots around here are so few and far between, they're kept secret. I had one, that went. I've got another lined up, but damned if I'm sharing it with anyone else :nya:

Spank, that's one m.f. big bear!

[GR81]

possum hunting mainly
semiauto .22 sitting in my gun cabinet ;)

[SpankMe]

Haven't been out hunting in bloody ages. My rifles (http://spankme.dynu.com/spankgun.htm) are just gathering dust in the gun safe. Both places I used to go to are gone. Bloody ever expanding Auckland.

[Devil]

Fresh from my SV site.

The attached pictures are of a man who works for the US Forest Service in Alaska and his trophy bear...
The slain bear shown in these images was shot to death in October 2001 by 22-year-old airman Ted Winnen stationed at Eielson Air Force Base near Fairbanks, Alaska. His encounter with the enormous ursine took place while he was deer hunting on Hinchinbrook Island in Prince William Sound, as he described to an Anchorage Daily News reported in December 2001:
Winnen and three hunting buddies were dropped off on Hinchinbrook Island in the heart of Prince William Sound by an air taxi on a cool, rainy Oct. 14 morning.

Hinchinbrook is a 165-square-mile island near Cordova with an estimated population of about 100 brown bears, giving it the distinction of harboring the highest density of bears of any island in the Sound, according to Dave Crowley, Cordova area wildlife biologist for the Alaska Department of Fish and Game. Four to six bears are killed by hunters on the island every year, though rarely one of more than 400 pounds.

Winnen wasn't there to hunt bear. Instead, he and his hunting buddies packed for a week of hunting for Sitka blacktail deer on the remote, wooded island. Winnen did, however, pick up a permit to shoot a bear just in case.

On day two of the group's hunt, the skies cleared at 8:30 a.m. Winnen and Eielson Staff Sgt. Jim Urban set out to follow a creek bed upstream looking for deer. Urban was carrying a .300-caliber Winchester Magnum. Winnen was carrying his significantly more powerful .338-caliber Winchester Magnum in case a bear crossed their path.

In the creek, they spotted a deep pool with 20 salmon circling.

''By this time, the ... run was over and the salmon were looking pretty nasty,'' Winnen said. ''We started thinking that we were looking at a bear's dinner plate.''

That got Winnen in what he calls ''bear mode.''

The two men continued following the creek upstream until they came to a small island ringed with thick brush. Some end-of-season blueberries clung to the surrounding brush. In the middle of the island was a spruce tree larger than what Winnen could fit his arms around. At the base of the tree were signs that an animal had tried to dig a hole.

About 9:30 a.m., Winnen glanced upstream.

Forty yards away was a big brown bear with all four paws in the creek, flipping over logs looking for salmon.

"He's a shooter," Urban said under his breath.

"So I started getting in the zone," Winnen said. "When I am going to take an animal, I am really concentrating. We racked shells into our guns and took off our packs and left them by the tree."

The hunters moved a few feet upstream. About halfway between them and the bear was a large fallen tree.

"I said, 'When the bear crawls over that log, he will present his vital areas and we'll take him,'" Winnen recalled. "I brought the rifle up to take a shot, but the bear moved over the log like it wasn't there.

"I thought, 'Oh crap.' I didn't have a chance to get a shot off."

As the bear kept coming along the creek, the two hunters momentarily lost sight of him in a thicket, so they retreated back to the big spruce.

"We were sitting there concentrating when, a few seconds later, he pops up right in front of us, about 10 yards away and he was coming toward us," Winnen said. "I don't know if the wind was in our favor or what. We were dressed in camouflage. He might not have seen us."

"I put the scope on him. I wanted to hit him in the chest, but all I seen was nothing but head.

"My partner said, 'Shoot! Shoot!'" Winnen said. "I aimed for his left eye, but the bullet takes an arc and I hit about two inches low in the side of his muzzle and into his brain.

"He buckled backwards and raised his head like he was going to howl at the moon, but nothing came out,'' Winnen said. ''I put two more rounds in the vital area, then three more after that. Six total."

"It was amazing"

"We watched for a few minutes, I reloaded and Jim brought his gun up on him," Winnen said. "I approached from the rear and poked him in the butt to see if he was going to jump, but he didn't move. He was dead."

"It was amazing when I got close to him," Winnen said.

"I picked up the paw and it was like, 'good God.' The thing was as wide as my chest."

After the kill, Winnen and Urban spent six hours skinning the bear — and trying to drag its hide and skull back to the Forest Service cabin they had rented.

[Smorg]

Haven't been out hunting in bloody ages. My rifles (http://spankme.dynu.com/spankgun.htm) are just gathering dust in the gun safe. Both places I used to go to are gone. Bloody ever expanding Auckland.

If your ever up in Warkworth and feel like blowing the heads off a few bunnies and possums my olds have a place up there that needs a few shooters

[scumdog]

All together now: "Oh no, not another shooting thread on a motorbike site"!!!:wait:

[Drunken Monkey]

If your ever up in Warkworth and feel like blowing the heads off a few bunnies and possums my olds have a place up there that needs a few shooters

Don't tell us that, next thing your parents will see is about 20 bikes descending on their farm, with leather clad riders carrying rifles. Very mad max.

[Drunken Monkey]

...My rifles (http://spankme.dynu.com/spankgun.htm) are just gathering dust in the gun safe. ...

That dude is ready for WWIII!

[GR81]

If your ever up in Warkworth and feel like blowing the heads off a few bunnies and possums my olds have a place up there that needs a few shooters
me and my workmate are dead keen... lemme know the details :)

[SpankMe]

What happens when you're the one who is hunted down and eaten.


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Very graphic!!
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[Smorg]

Don't tell us that, next thing your parents will see is about 20 bikes descending on their farm, with leather clad riders carrying rifles. Very mad max.


dont the bikers have crossbows in Mad Max?

(im obsessed with the madness of max)

[GR81]

http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl-grizzlybear5.htm


Urban Legends and Folklore
The Giant Grizzly Bear

Circulating constantly in one form or another since November 2001, this email tale seems to grow taller year by year. We know at least two of the accompanying snapshots — the ones showing a hunter posing beside the carcass of an incredibly large Alaskan brown bear — are authentic. We know where and when they were taken, and by whom. The origin of the third photo purporting to show the remains of the behemoth's "last victim" is unknown. It was appended to the already-circulating email in late 2002.

Not quite a world record

In real life, the big grizzly in the first two photographs measured 10' 6" from nose to tail and weighed an estimated 1,000 to 1,200 pounds — unusually large for the vicinity in which it was found, says the USDA Forest Service, but not quite a world record, nor even a record for Alaska. It was killed on October 14, 2001 by U.S. Air Force Airman Theodore Winnen on Hinchinbrook Island, Prince William Sound. The photos were taken by his hunting partner, Staff Sgt. James Urban. Both were stationed at Eielson Air Force Base near Fairbanks at the time.

Though the bear was within 10 yards of the hunters' position and moving towards them when he fired the first shot, Winnen says, it did not charge them, contrary to what the email claims. "I don't know if the wind was in our favor or what," he told the Anchorage Daily News. "We were dressed in camouflage. He might not have seen us." Winnen's weapon was a 338-caliber Winchester Magnum, not a 7mm semi-automatic as alleged. The first bullet pierced the bear's brain but left it standing; five more in the chest brought it down.

No man-eater

Was the bear a man-eater, as claimed in the email? No, says the Forest Service, there is no evidence of that. When asked by the Anchorage Daily News to comment on the horrific final image of what appears to be a partially-eaten human victim, Forest Service spokesman Ray Massey admitted he hadn't even looked at it. "I didn't want to see a photo of the body," he said. "I know it's bogus."

[Smorg]

didnt want to say anything

[Drunken Monkey]

dont the bikers have crossbows in Mad Max?

(im obsessed with the madness of max)

SEQUEL HERESY!

There is only 1 Mad Max. Road Warrior and Thunderdome are Hollywood travesties.

[SpankMe]

Some hunters (http://massmurder.zyns.com/) prefer their pray to have two legs. So when is the Aramoana movie coming out? Will be interested to see how they tell the story. Speaking of which, I wouldn't mind watching the Stanley Graham movie again. I forget what it was called.

[ManDownUnder]

What happens when you're the one who is hunted down and eaten.








That's one mean case of the clap

[Qkkid]

What happens when you're the one who is hunted down and eaten.


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Very graphic!!
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and i wont be eating chicken tonight!

[Qkkid]

Some hunters (http://massmurder.zyns.com/) prefer their pray to have two legs. So when is the Aramoana movie coming out? Will be interested to see how they tell the story. Speaking of which, I wouldn't mind watching the Stanley Graham movie again. I forget what it was called.
Its the anniversary of the Port Arthur massicure today

[Qkkid]

All together now: "Oh no, not another shooting thread on a motorbike site"!!!:wait:
please put this thread into pointless drivel oh yeah you look lovely spank but i must inform you we are a motorbike forum :nya:

[SpankMe]

If your ever up in Warkworth and feel like blowing the heads off a few bunnies and possums my olds have a place up there that needs a few shooters

I just might take you up on that. Very keen to take out the Browning auto-22 to deal to some bunnies.

[Smorg]

I just might take you up on that. Very keen to take out the Browning auto-22 to deal to some bunnies.

Auto aye....nice, just send me a PM when your keen man and ill flick you the address

[Velox]

Here's the big bro of your goat SpankMe - one I got a couple of months ago. He's was HUGE. Awesome looking billy.
Thought I better go undercover too - subtle eh?

I've just got a .22 and a crusty old .303 and get a few possums, goats and occasionally pigs and bunnies.


Btw - that bear!!!! :gob:

[Smorg]

Here's the big bro of your goat SpankMe - one I got a couple of months ago. He's was HUGE. :

nice hair....

[Maha]

That goat seems to have a smile going?..... maybe its cos Velox has a hold of its horn.................:blip:

[El Dopa]

haha, take a number. Good hunting spots around here are so few and far between, they're kept secret. I had one, that went. I've got another lined up, but damned if I'm sharing it with anyone else :nya:



If your ever up in Warkworth and feel like blowing the heads off a few bunnies and possums my olds have a place up there that needs a few shooters

A mate of mine is looking for a new place to do a bit of claybird shooting. He's got his own gear, including a flinger. If anyone knows a place near-ish to town where he can rock up and shoot a few claybirds, can you let me know.

He's also looking for a hunting spot, but it sounds like that might be a harder ask.

[Drunken Monkey]

A mate of mine is looking for a new place to do a bit of claybird shooting. He's got his own gear, including a flinger. If anyone knows a place near-ish to town where he can rock up and shoot a few claybirds, can you let me know.

Mate, just look for a deserted west coast beach ;)

Wouldn't mind popping off a few shells from the Remmy pump-action some time either.


He's also looking for a hunting spot, but it sounds like that might be a harder ask.

Ain't that the truth. I don't mind driving long distances for a shoot. Used to drive up to Whangarei around lunch time, shoot bunnies 'till nightfall, then possums 'till 11 and get home again by 2.

Maybe that should be my new motto: "Will drive far to shoot."

To tell the truth, the next place I've got lined up is probably big enough for a few people to use, but because it's a mate of a mate, i'm not really in a position to be saying who comes along.

[Shadows]

1942 Original and fully wooded No 4 Mk 1 .303 British
Remington 700 in .243 Win w bipod and 3-16 scope
Mossberg Maverick 12ga pump action shotty
Norinco JW15 .22 scoped and moderated

I "roll my own" .303 and .243 cartridges which makes for incredible improvements on accuracy over factory ammo.

.303 is used for competitions, goats, deer, pigs.
.243 for goats and deer and bunnies (yes, bunnies... I like mincemeat :blip: )
12ga shotty for clay pigeons, bunnies, possums, and pigs / goats with buckshot or (ouch) solid slugs. Yet to try duck shooting.
.22 for possums, bunnies, anything small and furry really.

[T.W.R]

1)Sporterised Lithgow .303 long barrel with original army quick release scope mount fitted with a Bushnell 4x40

2) Sporterised lithgow .303 fitted with leupold 2.5-8 x40 vari power scope

3) Marlin M55 3shot bolt action variable choke 12g Goose gun

4) Berretta 12g side by side

5) Anshutz semi auto .22

6) BSA pump action .22

7) Lakefeild bolt action .22 fitted with Tasco 4x40 scope & light force night light

8) BSA Merlin air rifle

9) Daisy Martini Henry replica BB rifle 50shot repeater

Fav targets: ferral cats, rabbits, Hares, Possums, Goats

used to chase : Rakaia Reds, Thar, Chamois

[beyond]

Love shooting and riding and oh joy oh joy.... :)

Used to have a Ruger stainless .270 SKS 7.62, Brno magnum 22, Remington .260 and Ruger 10/22.

Now I've pruned down to Stainless Ruger 10/22 and a stainless Tikka 22-250

I used to hunt oppossums, rabits and hares to keep fit. Kept computer records for a while on the farms we shot on. before stopping records about two years before I stopped doing farms in the area, my mate and I had already shot 36,000 oppossums, several thousand rabbits, several hundred hares and several hundred goats.

Was real fit back then carting a 10kg battery all over the hillsides in the dark, winter and summer. All for a hobby and exercise :)

[eliot-ness]

[QUOTE=Will Beard]

From here we sat for awhile and they came out to graze.1 deer 2 pigs with a bolt action 303 (QUOTE

Didn't know they were issued with 303s

[beyond]

[QUOTE=Will Beard]

From here we sat for awhile and they came out to graze.1 deer 2 pigs with a bolt action 303 (QUOTE

Didn't know they were issued with 303s


Wooohooo. That would make for interesting hunting when the critters you are despatching are shooting back with 303's. That would make you poo your scants and slide off in a hurry. :) :blah:

[Madmax]

FN FAL with zeuss sniperscope
M1 with same
the M1 is fucken great in bush

[Velox]

Ah ok, just heard that bear is a loada. Makes sense. Must've been having a gullable day.:pinch:

[GR81]

Ah ok, just heard that bear is a loada. Makes sense. Must've been having a gullable day.:pinch:
some is crap, some isnt from what ive read

[beyond]

That bear story brings me to the time we were hunting and we
came up against two ferocious creatures, right here in our
New Zealand bush. :gob:

Before I commence this true tale of horrendous nights out
in the wild countryside of our fair country, I need to point
out that I am not a lousy shot. I love long distance shooting
and have studied ballistics, bullet ranges and catridge
capabilities. My dead animal count is fairly significant, as
my above post will point out. I once took out a goat at 400
metres while it was leading a group of goats into a gulley with
my .270. Have you ever seen what size a goat looks like at 400
metres. My mate said I missed after the round went off and
about half a second later it rolls over dead, with a round
through the ticker. I need to feed you this ego boosting, true
crap to set the pace for the rest of the story. Once three hares
broke cover eighty metres away, one dark night and ran at a ninety
degree angle. I dropped to one knee and using the subsonic .22,
aimed about a half metre in front of each one and dropped all
three with heart shots and three rounds. My brother couldn't
believe it. Now that you know I'm not a bad shot.... Anyway, I
digress. :)

My mate and I were out on a farm near the Waikato river, South of
Tuakau. We both had 24 amp hour batteries that enabled us to shoot
all night, which we often did, even on work nights. My spot is a
pencil beam of 1/2 million candle power which is ideal for
sniping oppossums and bunnies at distance. My mate and I were using
silenced .22 Ruger 10/22 rifles.

It was early winter, cold with a thick mist near the river bed. One
of those eerie nights like they got in the Blair Witch project. We
made our way through the willows and trudged up this steep bank to
higher ground. Behind us lay dozens of dead oppossums that had been
noshing up on succulent TiTree shoots.

I came over the ridge line first and approached a fence surrounding a
huge paddock. A quick wave with the spotlight picked out the
horrendous creature I mentioned earlier. :gob:

These round bright, golden, white eyes peered back at me from the gloom.
It was half way across the paddock near a fenceline that lead away from us.
It's ears were flat on it's back and I estimated it's range to be around
120 metres. I cranked up my scope to nine magnification, rested an elbow
on the fence post, aimed and held my breath as I placed the scope
reticule about 600mm above the creatures head.

In my scope I could now easily see what I was looking at. It was a huge
super bunny. :) This is no joke. I pulled the trigger and because of
a slight breeze, the bullet sprayed up the dew about 20mm to the right
of the super bunny. It would have been a clean shot if not for the breeze.

I've heard the stories of big game hunters in Africa, getting one chance
to get a round off and if they missed, they were nearly as good as dead.

Well, the super bunny sprang into the air and went into attack mode.
My mate was laughing at my miss, but soon got as worried as me , as the
super bunny closed the distance rather too rapidly for my liking.
I started to panick and Sylvester Stallone style, emptied the remainder
of my clip, all nine rounds, at the advancing monster. When a sub sonic
round, hits a soft cuddly, you hear a sound rather like somone pounding
the crap out of a hard pillow. I heard that noise only once and the super
bunny flinched, but still it came. :(

I ejected the empty magazine and slapped in my full second which I keep as
a back up. Just as well I thought, as I cocked the semi auto ready for
round two. My mate and I had an unwritten rule, that if you came across
a furry cuddly and spotted it first, it was your shot. If you miss, it's
fair game for all present. He usually gave me the long shots anyway, which
always had me ahead. Anyway, unbelievably, he had opened up while I was
swapping magazines. The dumb super bunny was heading straight towards our spotlights at warp speed. The dew was spraying off the grass all around it as it approached the 25 metres mark. I heard another pillow thump and it
rolled, got to it's feet and kept right on coming. My mate had emptied his
first clip and his second clip was empty from before. I had emptied my
second clip and was frantically reloading the first while he kept the spot
on this frightening apparition.

It got to the fence line and literally leapt through the wires at us.
I jumped backwards and managed to stomp on it's head with my tramping boot.

Thinking it was all over, the super bunny wriggled to it's feet and made
to do a runner. After tossing thirty rounds of lead at this furry cuddly,
there was no way in this whole wide world it was getting away. My mate and
I chased it, caught up with it and both stomped the crap out of it.

We have struck several of these super beings over the years we shot.
About one in a ten thousand appear impossible to kill. We unloaded
25 rounds, directly into a oppossum at 50 metres, once and it was still
alive.

Next story will be about the super oppossum from hell.

[beyond]

When we first started hunting, we were on this 1200 acre block
in Alfriston, South Auckland. We had shot a measly 30 or so
oppossums that night and around three bunnies and were heading back
over the hard climb to the ridge and then down the other side,

I had a pair of just below the knee, airforce training boots at
this stage, which were most uncomfortable for long distance tramps
and were replaced at a later stage. Thankfully, I was wearing them
this night as we faced up against monster number two. :gob:

I broached the ridgeline first, my mate following. As was our
custom, we would stop at the fenceline and scope out the valley before
us, with our spots, in order to pick up any likely suspects.
The likely suspects were easy to pick in the spot beam when they
looked at you. Bright red peepers staring back like a bunch of
hooch sucking vagrants with pink eye. :doobey:

We sorted out a mob of oppossums in some close by ponga trees and were
about to move down the slope to the valley floor, when about 130 metres
away, in a grove of kahikatea trees, a pink eyed vagrant stared back.

Beauty. A long shot. I leaned against the fence post and dropped the rifle
over my knee, keeping the spot fixed right on the suspect. 130 metres
is considered to be well out of range for the humble .22, but not in
my books. I aimed about six oppossum heights above the red eyes and let
a round rip. I saw the foliage through my nine power scope flick back
around one and a half oppossum heights below the creature. Adjusting aim,
I let rip another round to be rewarded with that, oh so familiar sound
of a hunk of four by two being whacked into a pillow. :yes:

The oppossum dropped and was hanging from a lower branch by it's tail.
I had the range sorted and smacked another round into it and this time
it hit the ground.

On the way down, we shot a few more vagrants and made our way to the
Kahikatea as I wanted to see where the rounds had copped the possy.

It was on it's back, legs spread out wide, a nice big buck. I prodded
it with my boot, as I was taught to do from hunting books, in case it was
alive and made for your shiny brights or other sensitve parts of the anatomy.

Well, welcome super oppossum from hell. The fiendish thingy immediately came to life, hssing and farting like you wouldn't believe and wrapped it's
humungous talons around my shin and thankfully the leather boots. I bogged
myself and my mate says, hold still while I shoot it. On your bike charlie.
No prats going to blow my foot off. :gob:

I'm dancing around like some spastic out of a dracula movie, with this blood soaked vampire eating possy hanging onto my foot. I'm kicking and and trying to shake it off but the bleeder wasn't going to let go. My mates flashing his spot wildly in all directions trying to take aim with his rifle and I think I was more scared of him trying to blow me foot off, than I was of the possy having lunch on my shin.

It must have looked like some weird abo dance. Here's me leaping up and down trying to shake this furry crampon off my foot and trying to turn my back to me mate, so he won't blow me foot off. In the end, I used the possy for just that. A tree climbing furry crampon. I whacked my foot into the tree as hard as I could and things started to go a bit squishy but it wasn't going to let go. The side of a cattle trough came next and still this orrible thing is hanging off my foot.

I didn't want to stop trying to squash it or stop trying to shake it off in case
it decided to climb my leg with the thought of it attaching itself permanently to my vitals, so I just kept jumping up and down on it.

Eventually, the mongrel released it's grip and we both shot the snot out of it.
My boots looked like they had been mauled by a sabre tooth tiger.

We had many experiences like this. So our friendly native bush is not as friendly as some would have you believe. That reminds me of the time ..... ...:zzzz:

[SpankMe]

Got me a new gun, sorry, rifle.

A Winchester 9422 in 22WMR.

My old man is getting too old to get out hunting so is selling his firearms. I couldn't let him sell this one as it was a present from my girlfriend for his birthday, so I bought it off him today.

Gonna go hunt me some wabbit soon.

[cowpoos]

Got me a new gun, sorry, rifle.

A Winchester 9422 in 22WMR.

My old man is getting too old top get out hunting so is selling his firearms. I couldn't let him sell this one as it was a present from my girlfriend for his birthday, so I bought it off him today.

Gonna go hunt me some wabbit soon.
nice....very nice....I'm a lever man as it happens... you know that they have stopped making wincherster lever's yer!

[scumdog]

nice....very nice....I'm a lever man as it happens... you know that they have stopped making wincherster lever's yer!

My No.1 rifle is a Sako 308 lever-action, they stopped making them way back in the '70's, still a good rifle for a south-paw like me.
Shame about the US Winchester factory shutting after all those years eh?:crybaby:

[Drunken Monkey]

Shame about the US Winchester factory shutting after all those years eh?:crybaby:

Interesting reading about the demise of the New Haven, CN factory. Looks like it's been on the cards since 1964 - man, 40 years is a long time for a factory to die...

http://www.chuckhawks.com/column13_winchester.htm

http://www.chuckhawks.com/column15_more_winchester.htm

http://www.chuckhawks.com/column16_win_rebirth.htm

[crack]

Who will Pee first?

Having a crap in the bush can be dangerous, you never know who, or what is nearby::scooter: :scooter: :scooter: :rockon: :done:

[JimO]

yumchar...

[Kendog]

ohhhh, crap I was eating my breakfast!

[Harry33]

I think the last pic should have a warning, but in saying that DAMM!

[slimjim]

fuck , show's you should look before you crap , but that bloke is munched up , just wonder why bone is not snapped,?

[ManDownUnder]

If memory serves that last pic has a story with it - something about some guy breaking into a game park.

Dunno how true it is though.