Mule deer and Colorado elk seasons almost done! Hunters driving farm roads, looking for racks, their PH driving them along, I ask that you not pull into my drive. The buck behind me, on the boundary line of the GMU somehow knows. The hunter laughs, I would invite you in to see my Searcy...
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i‘ve taken to heart a suggestion to tell my story about a lion hunt 37 years ago. ‘I don’t know, but am thinking there are site rules as to posting and file type. Three of the four posts (chapters?) are done, I took time away from here to write up the story. I have a...
Good morning gentlemen, well, to answer questions, here goes!
I am 67 now, PD has not kicked me down yet.
I live in SW Colorado, south of Durango and four miles north of the New Mexico border in the midst of the Ute Indian Reservation. Lions abound here, my one acre compound sits fenced in farm...
Oh my, I’m sorry to read this.
‘I’ve known him since 79-80, but haven’t seen him for a good many years.
He was a Viet Nam Lo(a)ch door gunner for several tours, their life spans were measured in weeks. He lived either by manning his fifty or dumping agent orange out the side of his bird. He...
If I tell you that bluing is worn or stock is scratched, it got it honestly, most likely in a saddle scabbard tied to my Heiser made in Denver saddle.
the mule who carried me for those wild years in the San Juan’s was named Hannah, with me for 30 years, she outlasted two wives.
The...
Butch was an up and coming gunsmith, we shot competitively and hunted together.
I took an outfitters license in Colorado, Butch took my Rem721 and created my dream rifle in .270WIN. He later took my Rem700 in 22-250, built a new rifle around it. Both are finely regulated, fiberglass stocks...
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