carbon
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I've dipped into this excellent forum from time to time for gear advice, and have finally decided to become a member. You've turned me on to Ogden's rifle slips! You English with your poetic names! I have a bit of UK in me but I'll never approach your turn of phrase. By the by, my last name, Carson, seems to be Scottish by way of the Isle of Man (or so the unreliable intertubes tell me). And I did have a wonderful English girlfriend while I was in my 20's; I was an idiot to let her go.
I'm really more of a Dakota varmint hunter (prairie dogs with a .204 Rem 700, specifically. Attempting a try at coyotes soon as well), but I have occasionally followed more experienced people at your specialty, deer hunting. Failed miserably, each time! Haha! Either failed to see any deer at all, or only saw the opposite that my tag is for (doe if I have a buck tag, etc.).
My elderly father has, out of the blue, tentatively booked a European red deer hunt in, of all places, Wisconsin USA. Imported deer, game farm. Not paying for bucks, as they can cost up to $10,000 and beyond. We'll have a go at the does that the owner wants culled for $1000 for the first, and $500 after that. Monsters, those red deer are; I've never even heard of them before. Seems that they are near elk-sized; 300 lbs females. By Jove! (sorry, suddenly pretending to be some sort of English countryman)
I've purchased a 6.5 Creedmoor for this hunt, which I've gathered is some sort of bare minimum caliber for red deer/elk. But why am I explaining red deer to the likes of you? Should be the other way around and I'll shut up.
Anyway, sorry if game farms are a no-no in the UK. I have no idea how you fellows hunt and have a typical American's Lord & Manor idea when it comes to UK hunting. You fellows in tweed and side by side shotguns, leaning up against a mortarless rock fence while being served sherry by some winsome blonde lass, Land Rover in the background, all the while across the pond we unshaven slobs wear muddy RealTree® tactical crap and look like sweaty raw paranoid hicks in some Smith & Wesson advertisement about protecting somebody's family from an unseen force of evil.
I've hunted pheasants with my 20 gauge o/u on modest game farms (no fancy English foxing horses or posh hunt clothing, etc etc), but never hunted larger animals on such a farm.
Grew up in Fargo, North Dakota, which is about as close to an ice-cold hell of hells as one is likely to get. Certain, limited areas of Siberia excepted. In the 1980s, I remember -40 below F (where F meets C) air temps with -92F wind chills, followed up by honest to god 1920's dust storms in 110F heat. Nary a mention in the national press either. If that weather happened in New Frickin' York, every goat herder in Outer Mongolia would be aware.
Anyway, good to meet you!
I'm really more of a Dakota varmint hunter (prairie dogs with a .204 Rem 700, specifically. Attempting a try at coyotes soon as well), but I have occasionally followed more experienced people at your specialty, deer hunting. Failed miserably, each time! Haha! Either failed to see any deer at all, or only saw the opposite that my tag is for (doe if I have a buck tag, etc.).
My elderly father has, out of the blue, tentatively booked a European red deer hunt in, of all places, Wisconsin USA. Imported deer, game farm. Not paying for bucks, as they can cost up to $10,000 and beyond. We'll have a go at the does that the owner wants culled for $1000 for the first, and $500 after that. Monsters, those red deer are; I've never even heard of them before. Seems that they are near elk-sized; 300 lbs females. By Jove! (sorry, suddenly pretending to be some sort of English countryman)
I've purchased a 6.5 Creedmoor for this hunt, which I've gathered is some sort of bare minimum caliber for red deer/elk. But why am I explaining red deer to the likes of you? Should be the other way around and I'll shut up.
Anyway, sorry if game farms are a no-no in the UK. I have no idea how you fellows hunt and have a typical American's Lord & Manor idea when it comes to UK hunting. You fellows in tweed and side by side shotguns, leaning up against a mortarless rock fence while being served sherry by some winsome blonde lass, Land Rover in the background, all the while across the pond we unshaven slobs wear muddy RealTree® tactical crap and look like sweaty raw paranoid hicks in some Smith & Wesson advertisement about protecting somebody's family from an unseen force of evil.
I've hunted pheasants with my 20 gauge o/u on modest game farms (no fancy English foxing horses or posh hunt clothing, etc etc), but never hunted larger animals on such a farm.
Grew up in Fargo, North Dakota, which is about as close to an ice-cold hell of hells as one is likely to get. Certain, limited areas of Siberia excepted. In the 1980s, I remember -40 below F (where F meets C) air temps with -92F wind chills, followed up by honest to god 1920's dust storms in 110F heat. Nary a mention in the national press either. If that weather happened in New Frickin' York, every goat herder in Outer Mongolia would be aware.
Anyway, good to meet you!
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