stubshaft
06-03-2020, 02:35 AM
A couple of days ago I was talking with a friend on the telephone. He and I were both sick and tired of being home quarantined and decided to take a walk in the mountains. I agreed to meet him in a couple of hours as it was just past noon.
I reached for my Remington model 11 as I had just put on a 24" slug barrel on it. But decided against it as I wasn't too sure where it was hitting. Moving down the rack my hand fell on my trusty old model 94, but again I had to leave it because I couldn't remember if it was sighted in for lead boolits or J words. Next in line was my old model 64 Winchester, my very first centerfire rifle that I had bought 56 years ago. Originally chambered for 30/30. I had lent it to one of my kid brothers who had shot it and not cleaned it causing the barrel to rust and pit.
About a year ago I had sent it up to Jesse at JES Rebore and had him punch the barrel out to 35/30 ot 35-30/30. He did a great job and in no time at all I was trying out different loads for it. I settled on 26.5 IMR 3031 behind a 200 gr. SAECO boolit which trips the chrono at only 1650 fps. but puts them boolits in less than 1/2" at 50 yds. I knew this rifle was good to go as I only loaded and shot this load for it. The area we hunt in is so thick that you can rarely see farther that 50 yards anyway.
Loaded up the car and went to meet my friend at the hunting area.
We geared up and made a couple of unsuccessful spot and stalk hunts along the valley we were in. We decided to sit against a riverbank and watch a small clearing on the other side
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After only 20 minutes a small boar walked into the clearing and stood 50 broadside to me. I placed the bead right behind his shoulder and let the hammer drop. At the shot he lunged into the brush and ran off. I knew the shot as good and we began tracking him after waiting only 15 minutes (old bowhunter habit). The guinea grass was shoulder height and it took us a couple of minutes to find the blood trail which was surprisingly sparse. There were only small droplets of very dark blood and not the frothy pink blood I normally see with a lung shot.
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We continued on and found him about 70 yards from where I shot him
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We dragged him back to the clearing and stopped for a photo.
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I was still curious about the bloodtrail and performed a quick necropsy back at the car. The boolit had entered exactly where I was aiming, but had clipped a rib and exited near the rear rib of the off side, both holes were perfectly round and showed no sign of tumbling. The damage to the internals was tremendous. The heart was the only organ that was untouched and what was left of the lungs was only the root and was a fist sized chunk. The liver and remaining organs north of the diagphragm was a mass of red jelly. I can only surmise that the damage was so great that there was no air pressure to force the blood out allowing it to only dribble out. Of course my phone was dead by now and I had no way to record the damage.
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He did make great sausage!
I reached for my Remington model 11 as I had just put on a 24" slug barrel on it. But decided against it as I wasn't too sure where it was hitting. Moving down the rack my hand fell on my trusty old model 94, but again I had to leave it because I couldn't remember if it was sighted in for lead boolits or J words. Next in line was my old model 64 Winchester, my very first centerfire rifle that I had bought 56 years ago. Originally chambered for 30/30. I had lent it to one of my kid brothers who had shot it and not cleaned it causing the barrel to rust and pit.
About a year ago I had sent it up to Jesse at JES Rebore and had him punch the barrel out to 35/30 ot 35-30/30. He did a great job and in no time at all I was trying out different loads for it. I settled on 26.5 IMR 3031 behind a 200 gr. SAECO boolit which trips the chrono at only 1650 fps. but puts them boolits in less than 1/2" at 50 yds. I knew this rifle was good to go as I only loaded and shot this load for it. The area we hunt in is so thick that you can rarely see farther that 50 yards anyway.
Loaded up the car and went to meet my friend at the hunting area.
We geared up and made a couple of unsuccessful spot and stalk hunts along the valley we were in. We decided to sit against a riverbank and watch a small clearing on the other side
263101
After only 20 minutes a small boar walked into the clearing and stood 50 broadside to me. I placed the bead right behind his shoulder and let the hammer drop. At the shot he lunged into the brush and ran off. I knew the shot as good and we began tracking him after waiting only 15 minutes (old bowhunter habit). The guinea grass was shoulder height and it took us a couple of minutes to find the blood trail which was surprisingly sparse. There were only small droplets of very dark blood and not the frothy pink blood I normally see with a lung shot.
263100
We continued on and found him about 70 yards from where I shot him
263102
We dragged him back to the clearing and stopped for a photo.
263103
I was still curious about the bloodtrail and performed a quick necropsy back at the car. The boolit had entered exactly where I was aiming, but had clipped a rib and exited near the rear rib of the off side, both holes were perfectly round and showed no sign of tumbling. The damage to the internals was tremendous. The heart was the only organ that was untouched and what was left of the lungs was only the root and was a fist sized chunk. The liver and remaining organs north of the diagphragm was a mass of red jelly. I can only surmise that the damage was so great that there was no air pressure to force the blood out allowing it to only dribble out. Of course my phone was dead by now and I had no way to record the damage.
263104
He did make great sausage!