I try each and every week as I write Struttin’ Time to keep you, the reader, and also you, my friends, informed about several things. You may not always agree with me, but remember, this is your article, and as long as your opinion is respectful we are alright with each other.
Time has no value in my life anymore; when you get the miles, and age on you as I have on me, you will understand. That said, I will start this week’s story.
I was born and raised to hunt, and after 70 years I still am hunting. I have told you about the respect I have for my dad. He taught me how to hunt and fish, and was a big part of my life doing it, until his death in 1982.
I have also written about how my dad loved Browning firearms, and he never used anything else. He could sneak upon a hickory full of squirrels, that was well within his range with his trusted 12 gauge full choke Browning, but sit down and remove his boots, just to get closer to his prey. I once ask him, “Why do that?”; his reply, “Son, that gets the animal into the game.”
A few years ago, a thing called long range shooting came to visit our sport. People who design and build rifles and optics have been steadily improving them to be more accurate at greater distances. I have withheld what I thought about the long range shooting, always keeping in my mind what my dad, did and said.
After finding a ruling from the Boone and Crockett Club issued in 2014, I am firmly in the camp of “We need to get the animal involved in the hunt.” Their position said in part, “Hunting must involve the risk of detection, and failure if there is to be any honor in having overcome the superior senses and survival instincts of the hunted. It is for this reason that sportsmen have embraced limitations so that technology does not fully overwhelm the natural capacities of the prey they pursue.”
Funny what my dad knew, long before there was “long range hunting”.