When we were within about 20 feet he jumped to his feet and charged us. With one hand I shoved the muzzleloader at the bull and yanked the trigger. The bullet broke his neck and he fell to the tundra only two steps away from goring me with his Boone & Crocket rack.
During that 55 years, while hunting all over the world and shooting all kinds of guns, and being a soldier and a cop, I learned some stuff. Stuff a lot of you probably already know and maybe some stuff you don’t. For the most part I learned it all the hard way, which is of course how important lessons are truly learned.
They are in every family. Guns, maybe not all that special to their original owners, but guns families cherish and hold on to. If for no other reason than to keep a loved one that has passed on, close to their hearts. Talk to any gun owner and you can find a story. It may be about their Grandmother’s 257 Roberts she used to shoot Montana mule deer so she could feed her kids, it may be about their Dad’s old model 12 he handled with the all the grace and skill of an artist’s paint brush, or maybe its just an old Remington 22 rifle their uncle taught them to shot with.
