Doe with my '86.

tom black

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This morning I was sitting beneath my favorite rock house on Middle Knob with my 124 year old '86 Winchester in 40-65 across my lap. A bit after 8 this lone doe magically appeared some 40 yards down the ridge. When I pulled the trigger she was kinda facing me and the 270 grain Hawk FN slug shattered the near shoulder and double lunged her before exiting. She left an incredible blood trail and crashed after a 30 yard run. This rifle has now been hunted with in 3 different centuries. I wonder if the guys that built her ever imagined she would still be in the woods doing what it was made for 124 years later? I never get tired of hunting with these old rifles.
Tom Black
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Very nice deer, I will be taking my 1895 out this year. I have found that its 30 U.S. (30/40 Krag) cartridge works just as well today as it did in 1899 when this gun was built. 8)
 
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Those old rifles killed a lot of game in their day and still do the job. I still fondly remember the rifle that was incidental to the woman who has been my wife these many years. It was a Winchester, Model 95, .30-40 caliber that killed two Bull Elk for a hunter those years. I packed the that hunter and both Elk, killed with one shot each, out of the mountains on horses each year.

In 1947 and 1948, when I was working as a young cowboy on a large Idaho Cattle Ranch, the Ranch Foreman asked me to take his friend to the Lolo Cow Camp and guide him Elk hunting. Both of those years I packed the hunter to the Cow Camp and guided him to get his Bull Elk each year. Naturally we became friends during the weeks' hunting.

Each year, a number of times while we hunted and camped in the Lolo Camp those years, the hunter invited me to visit him and his family any time I had the chance to come to Spirit Lake, Idaho where he lived.

In the late Spring of 1949 I happened to be in Coeur d'Alene, close to Spirit lake, with some free time, so I drove to visit the hunter. I was welcomed and invited to stay for supper with his family. That day and evening I met his wife and two daughters. I had not even known that he had any daughters until that day and evening. His oldest daughter was the same age as myself and during supper that evening I invited the oldest daughter to go with me to a rodeo that was coming up in three weeks at Rosalia, Washington.

The Rodeo Weekend the daughter went with me to the pancake breakfast held on Main Street before the rodeo in Rosalia, then to the Rodeo that afternoon where I won $60 Day Money that day Saddle Bronc Riding. After a nice supper that night in Spokane I took the girl home but got a date with her for my next payday.

That hunter less than a year later became my Father-in-Law and the daughter that is my wife. I will always remember the rifle, the hunter and his wife, both no longer living, who were my very good friends for many years, and the daughter that I would never have met without first guiding the hunter who owned and used only that one rifle during his long life.
 
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