Old men and new rifles

Around the year 2009 I was approached by a man who just went in retirement. His wife now insisted he had to find a hobby, and he had decided that hobby should be rifle hunting.

He had not fired a rifle since his military service, and even then, he mainly carried 9mm submachinegun, so very limited experienced in rifle shooting and recoil.
Now he just passed the Danish hunting test, and on that occasion, he had to use a shotgun, for the first time in his life. He found the shotgun unpleasant to shoot, as it, in his opinion, had a heavy recoil.

He now wanted to go on a driven hunt on wild boar and had from a friend head I sometimes went on such hunts I Germany. Of course he could come along, he just needed to get himself a rifle, so I send him of to a gun shop, to by a “suitable rifle”.
Then I invited him to come along to the mandatory “moving target practice” one month later, when he hopefully had gotten his rifle certificate and first chance to try his new rifle.

He phoned me up after less than a week, he got his certificate and was of to pick up his new SAKO rifle. The shop would zero the rifle for him, so he looked forward to take it to the shooting cinema on moving target, and try shooting it for the first time.

The day of “mandatory moving target practice” in the shooting cinema came, and for the first time I saw the new rifle. It was a caliber .416 Wetherby magnum!!!!!.
He only planned to fire the mandatory 5 shots at running pig and 5 shots on standing roebok, as the ammunition according to him was “on the expensive side”.
First shot he ever fired with that rifle was on the standing roebuck 100 meter target, and he was clearly hurt by the recoil, but did not drop the rifle. The operator of the shooting cinema asked if he hurt himself, but he assured it was no problem. The following shots where clearly taken by man who was afraid of his weapon.

The incident resulted in a discussion about caliber for driven hunts and what shops advice. The shop had advised him to take the largest possible caliber he could handle and shown him a 9,3x62 and 338 win mag, but he thought he was smart, to take the largest caliber in the shop. I can only say the shop should have warned him about that big elephant gun, but then again, I know him, and don’t think it would have made any difference.
Now this old stubbern man had that big hard kicker but would under no circumstances admit it kicked more than he could handle.

3 days of driven hunt in Germany resulted in him firing 3 shots without any hits. The last night was spent in a tower, and he fired one shot, and hit his target, what he thought was a racoon, but turned out to be a hare.
Since that night the rifle was called “the hare gun”.

The man stopped hunting and sold his firearms a few years later.
 
And a perfect salutary tale of how not to do things.....
First , take advice and listen to it.
Second, go out with someone with experience.
Third, try as many different rifles as you can before jumping in with both feet.
 
And a perfect salutary tale of how not to do things.....
First , take advice and listen to it.
Second, go out with someone with experience.
Third, try as many different rifles as you can before jumping in with both feet.
i agree on all counts, but it made for a pretty good hunting story though :lol:
 
In my yoof, at boarding school there was mandatory cadet force. And in the summer there was an optional summer camp. This particular year it was in South Wales where we did the usual things such as orienteering, wild bivouacking, cooking, washing up, parading, tent inspections and of course shooting on a range. Anyway, fast forward to range day and here we were each wielding a Lee Enfield on the 100 yard firing point. I guess we were all around the 14 year old mark. The next lad to me was a slight individual of Indian sub-continent extraction (although that's immaterial, but included for authenticity). He didn't, it turned out listen well to instructions. And he didn't particularly like the look of this heavy, bucking .303 so on his first shot he held it an inch or two away from his shoulder. Cue a trip to the nearest A&E and a broken collarbone.
 
I still know the man, today he is a quieter gentleman, who admits he should never had taken up hunting/stalking, and he recalls that firing the hare gun was a generally painful experience.

When he retired, he had a lot of “economical freedom”, so the money was not so much of an issue, even when a box of .416 Weatherby ammo for the hare gun had to be specially ordered and had a price of 2000+ DKR about £250, and if I remember correctly, it was only 10 rounds a box.

It’s an example of a man going on retirement but still containing too much energy, so he was desperately seeking a new purpose with life, while having way too much money at his disposal. Maybee he was also afraid of suddenly having to spend a lot of time together with his wife.

Today his hobby is golf, and his wife does not play golf.
 
In my yoof, at boarding school there was mandatory cadet force. And in the summer there was an optional summer camp. This particular year it was in South Wales where we did the usual things such as orienteering, wild bivouacking, cooking, washing up, parading, tent inspections and of course shooting on a range. Anyway, fast forward to range day and here we were each wielding a Lee Enfield on the 100 yard firing point. I guess we were all around the 14 year old mark. The next lad to me was a slight individual of Indian sub-continent extraction (although that's immaterial, but included for authenticity). He didn't, it turned out listen well to instructions. And he didn't particularly like the look of this heavy, bucking .303 so on his first shot he held it an inch or two away from his shoulder. Cue a trip to the nearest A&E and a broken collarbone.
As a long time ATC cadet in the 70s I can vividly remember both the “hairy Mary’s” and the brass butt plate on the .303s with fear - no matter what I tried, I always came back from summer camp with a bruised shoulder and henceforth had an intense dislike of the .303. Still got my marksmanship badge though 🤗 Doing officer training with the SLR, it too took no prisoners if you were careless with your mounting. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away but those painful memories linger long!

Was at the range quickly re-zeroing my T3X .308 (post lifting the scope to accept a TI clip-on) this Saturday just gone and a fellow VERY regular range user was there throwing dozen’s of rounds down range at a 13” gong at 200 yds with his straight pull SLR from a seated arm resting on knee stance, consistently ringing the gong. I admire his skill but smiled at the added kickeze recoil pad on the butt!
 
Interestingly Hunting Alligators and Crocodiles in some Florida swamp cultures is achieved with small bore rifles, which reminded me of something that was explained to me in the last century, that a hit with a .22 is better than a miss with a .44 ... !
 
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