Dear Friends,
I have to admit that the idea is a good one, for those shooters who carry fragile Paper Cartridges in the Field! However I have already invested in well over a dozen Cylinders, and with these there is no fiddling about with fragile Paper Cartridges, which in the excitement of seeing an elligable Buck, might be a little too fragile for fumbling fingers. Especially EXCITED Fumbling Fingers!!!
In Australia when we used to go out t night and Spotlight Kangaroo's, I would sometimes take a box of fifty rounds with me, but NEVER used that many! Even on a busy evening, when weather conditions were idea, it was rare to have more that 25 cases to reload! 15 would be more of an average!
About the only animal that a shooter in this Lower 48 would be likely to encounter, and that may need a follow-up shot(s) to settle the encounter, would be our Old Friends, the Feral Hog! I have been told that these Critturs can be downright Testy, and if they decide that you are uwelcome in their territory, can cause a human much woe & Trepidition! (To say nothing of copious Blood Loss!)
Those intrepid Westerners who ventureed forth across this nation in the latter half of the 19th Century, were braver than they knew!!! Oh, they had read the letters that neighbors had received from others in their families who had gone the last season, but there is no second guessing nature, and the weather that the previous seasons travellers had experienced, could be very different indeed from the that conditions YOUR PARTY may encounter! About the ONLY knowledgeale People they might encounter, were some of the Mountain Men, who would sometimes take great delight in frihtening the Living Daylighs out of the Greenies, with tales of fifteen foot Grizzly Bears, and Pack of Wolves. (Which in fact were very little danger to Humans!)
One of the Outdoor Life Magazines put up the Princely Sum of $10,000.oo for anyone who could give them a VERIFIABLY Tale where wolves had ever attacked an able-Bodied Hunter of Traveller. This was back in the 1920's I believe. The Money is still up for grabs. Wolves will hang around your camp. and will accept scraps, but will not attack an able bodied Human. There have been one or two exceptions, but in every case of this type, an examination of the animal that did attack a human, proved it to be rabid!
My Penultimate wife had a Coffee Table book that had a scad of pictures taken by the Author, of a Wolf Pack he had lived with up in Northern Canada for about four or five months. He was often left behind when the pack found a Caribou Herd and raced off after it, but he just followed their tracks, and camped near them all when he caught up with them. They soon realized he meant them no harm, and even when the Boss Bitch had a litter of Wolf-Cubs, she did not become the least bit alarmed when the Cubs investigated this strange Bi-Ped that was following them all the time. One VERY Charming picture he took, was a two or three of the cubs untying his boot laces. You could plainly see that that they had been wrestling with one another over his feet, and the picture he had taken with the camera pointing vertically downwards as the cubs pulled at his bootlaces until they got them undone! Mom & Dad just looked on at the cubs antics, with what seemed to the young man, to be parental Pride!
The young man was very sad to say goodbye to his four-footed friends. The book belonged to the wife, so I never saw it again after we split up. The book was quite large, about 18" square, and it had about 180 pages. The young man had obviously
"done His Homework" and just took with him a supp;y of what I can only imagine were some kind of emergency Rations for himself. He had also plainly learned a lot about wolves, for he did not take a weapon of any kind with him. He eventually became very fond of the Pack, and it was obviously quite painful for him to have to,"Say Good-Bye," to them all, when his time was up, and he had to head back to Civilization once more. For several weeks he as all alone with just the Wolf-Pack for company, and he never ONCE felt the least bit threatened by any of them. The photographs he took of the pack were very beautiful. They were all in prime Winter Fur, and looked for all the world like they were his pack of Pets, as they lay all around his tent in the snow, and watched his antics!
Gunslinger9378.
