Let me tell you why I take guns and gun ownership very seriously; back in 1959 I was almost an acompless in shooting a young kid and have never forgotten it. I was woodchuck hunting with my Uncle Tom in upstate NY. He shot at Camp Perry for the Navy and was a crack shot. We were up on top of a hill at a diary farm and had a bean bag rest set up on the hood of his car out in the field and he was shooting chucks across the valley, probably 5-600 yards using a Husqvarna 220 Swift.
He and I had each shot a chuck early in the morning and several hours had gone by without seeing another one. I was doing the spotting with a 30 power spotting scope and saw a brown furry thing moving which I pointed out to him. He zoomed in with his scope and studied the movement and said things just didn’t look right. I had been watching it in my telescope and it sure looked like a chuck to me. After several minutes he started whistling to see if he could get the chuck to stand up and all of a sudden two kids under ten years of age stood up, one wearing a Daniel Boone coon skin hat. This was a time period when Davy Crockett was big on the wonderful world of Disney (in black and white) and all young boys wanted their own Davy Crockett hat.
They had entered the field coming up a small revene and were sitting where only the top of the hat of the one kid showed to us from across the valley on the other farm. Both our hearts were pounding; thank God my uncle took the time to make 100% sure of the target or he would have taken the top of that kids head off for sure, he never missed a chuck all the times I hunted with him. I was fifteen years old at the time and that incident has stayed with me forever. To this day I wonder what if I was out there with a buddy my age chuck hunting; not with my Uncle; would I have taken that shot being all souped up to go hunting? Scary thought.
He and I had each shot a chuck early in the morning and several hours had gone by without seeing another one. I was doing the spotting with a 30 power spotting scope and saw a brown furry thing moving which I pointed out to him. He zoomed in with his scope and studied the movement and said things just didn’t look right. I had been watching it in my telescope and it sure looked like a chuck to me. After several minutes he started whistling to see if he could get the chuck to stand up and all of a sudden two kids under ten years of age stood up, one wearing a Daniel Boone coon skin hat. This was a time period when Davy Crockett was big on the wonderful world of Disney (in black and white) and all young boys wanted their own Davy Crockett hat.
They had entered the field coming up a small revene and were sitting where only the top of the hat of the one kid showed to us from across the valley on the other farm. Both our hearts were pounding; thank God my uncle took the time to make 100% sure of the target or he would have taken the top of that kids head off for sure, he never missed a chuck all the times I hunted with him. I was fifteen years old at the time and that incident has stayed with me forever. To this day I wonder what if I was out there with a buddy my age chuck hunting; not with my Uncle; would I have taken that shot being all souped up to go hunting? Scary thought.