Just Checking…Are You Ready? - Larry Weishuhn

“Tell you what…I’ll stop by the ranch’s headquarters this afternoon to see if I can get us

permission in case we shoot him on our side of the ranch and he goes onto their’s.” announced

my friend.

Later that afternoon…

“She came to the door wearing a partially buttoned full-length bobcat hide coat. Most of her

auburn locks were hidden under a brown western felt!” said my starry-eyed friend. He

hesitated, “Not sure she was wearing much else!”

“She had an ancient mother of pearl gripped Peacemaker in her right hand and a Winchester

Model 1895 in her left, barrel pointed skyward, stock resting on her hip. You know I love those

guns!” I nodded.

“She has the prettiest green eyes….”

Hmmmm!

My friend had knocked on the door of the neighboring rancher’s home hoping to gain access to

their property. It bordered the ranch I managed at the time near where the Yampa and Little

Snake Rivers converge, just north of the Dinosaur National Monument in the far northwestern

corner of Colorado.

Scouting earlier that morning we had spotted a monstrous typical mule deer, easily Boone and

Crockett, cross onto her property, one to be regaled around many a campfire.

“What did she say when you asked her? Did she grant permission?” I asked.

“Er..ah…ah…ah…. I didn’t. I was so smitten, I forgot to ask about hunting her ranch.” Said he

staring at the ground, which turned to a broad smile, “But I am taking her to dinner tonight.”

Said he.

“I did learn she is recently divorced. Ended up with the better part of the ranch, as well as the

house, several horses and saddles, a couple of four-wheel drives and trailer, and most of her ex-

husbands rifle collection. That Model 95 she was holding is a .405 Winchester.” Said my smiling

friend, “Did I tell you she loves to hunt…. My gracious her eyes are beautiful!”

“Ya think so?” I asked, smiling. “You remind me of rutting mule deer. Good you’re recently

divorced as well. I don’t think that former wife of yours would have taken kindly to you inviting

that woman to supper.”

As we walked back toward our camp I asked, “Are you prepared?”

My friend stopped and questioningly looked my way, “What??”

“Tomorrow’s hunt. Is your rifle properly sighted in and at what distance? Do you have sufficient

ammo? Since you don’t use a dial-up scope, do you have a rangefinder and know the bullet

drop at longer ranges?” I queried.

“Yeah…I guess it is. It’s the same .270 I’ve been shooting for years. Like you I shoot Hornady

shells. It should still be sighted-in one and one-half inches high at a hundreds. Should be good

out to about 225 to 250 without having to hold-over. At 400, I know the bullet will drop about

24-inches. So I should be good.”

I was impressed and surprised. Being so enamored and smitten with his new-found lady friend

I though he might have forgotten what kind of rifle he was hunting with.

I had a few last minute horse and mule chores to do before heading to my cabin to start supper.

Equines gathered and fed, I was poking split oak cordwood into the old cast iron cooking stove

when Fred walked out of his room. Soon as he opened the door I could smell his cologne.

“Think that lady will appreciate your hoity smell?” I asked, then added, “From what I know of

her, I strongly suspect you’d make a better impression smelling of freshly burned gunpowder or

Hoppe’s No. 9!” My friend hesitated, digesting what I had just said.

“You know her better than you’ve let on!” He responded. I started grinning.

“Do! Spent time around she and her husband the last couple, three elk and deer seasons. They

used to come over and have supper with me and occasionally borrowed Jubel and Jules, my

pack mules, when they had a bad pack out.” Then added, “I do know she dearly loves to hunt.

Did she show you pictures or mounts of some of the critters she’s taken in Africa, Asia,

Australia, Europe and the Far North here on this continent? Ain’t much she hasn’t killed! I

swear, she’s a thing of beauty, but she’s tougher than Rochester’s boot soles. That woman

does love to hunt! That bobcat coat you mentioned, she trapped and skinned every one of

those cats to make that coat. Better treat her like a fine lady, otherwise her next coat might be

made of your skin!”

My friend nodded, “Don’t wait up for me!”

Several years later, after the neighbor lady had run through my friend’s money paying for

hunting trips, she “released him”. That was about the time the ranch I was on sold, and I like my

friend I moved on.

After his rebound, having built and sold another company, I ran into Fred at the DSC

Convention and Hunting Expo (www.biggame.org). As we visited he announced he had just

booked a deer hunt in Oklahoma on the Choctaw Hunting Lodge

(www.choctawhuntinglodge.com) for this coming fall, one of my favorite places on this earth!

“Are you ready? Booked a hunt for you there as well! You gonna hunt with a rifle or a

handgun?”

After thanking him, “Both! I’ve got a really sleek, sexy Ruger No. 1 RSI, with wood befitting of

royalty chambered in 9.3x62, topped with a prototype Stealth Vision (www.stealthvision.com)

scope. It really likes Hornady’s 286-grain InterLock SP–RP Dangerous Game ammo. Now before

you say anything, I know it’s a big round. But, it’s one I have long wanted to own and shoot

something with. And yes, I know we’re not hunting buffalo!”

“Of course I’ll have my 7mm PRC topped with a Stealth Vision SVT scope loaded with Hornady

Precision Hunter, 175-grain ELD-X with me as well (www.Hornady.com). Don’t think I can leave

home without it. But then I’m also hunting a fair amount this year with my Rossi R95

chambered in .30-30 Win, using Hornady ammo. I plan on using it quite a bit while rattling,

when I’m not planning on shooting with my Raging Hunter revolvers.”

“The handgun I am hunting with a lot this coming year is my .454 Casull, Taurus Raging Hunter

revolver (www.taurususa.com) . It’s topped with a vintage Thompson/Center scope and loves

Hornady’s Custom, 240-grain XTP, as well as 200-grain MonoFlex Hornady’s Handgun Hunter.

With it I feel comfortable shooting out to 125-yards and even beyond. It’s the same

combination of revolver, scope and ammo I’ve been using to shoot out to 500-yards. Would

never shoot at an animal that far, but it surely is fun hitting steel that far away. It’s gotten to be

my favorite hunting handgun. Of course I’ll also hunt some with my Taurus Raging Hunter .44

Mag. It too is topped with a vintage Simmons long-eye relief scope. And like my .454 it loves

240-grain XTP Hornady Custom. I shoot it out to 500-yards as well. I can usually hit the target

shooting from a reasonable rest four out of five times. I have great confidence in both my

Raging Hunters!”

“What about you?”

“I’m still shooting my old .270 Winchester. And still using Hornady’s 130-grain InterLock

handloads. I swear that combination borders on being magical!” Said Fred. I knew he had used

that combination throughout North America for moose on down to prairie dogs and had also

taken it to Africa several times to shoot eland on down to the diminutive blue duiker.

What about you? Are you ready? Now is the time to spend time at the range getting to know

your rifle, shotgun, muzzleloader, handgun, crossbow and bow learning its capabilities and

yours with it. But don’t only shoot from solid rests, shoot from real world shooting positions.

It’s also high time to take care of last minute details making certain all your hunting gear is truly

“hunt ready”. And, if you anticipate any coming distractions that might interfere with the

coming hunts, it’s time to take care of those as well, as well as spending time with family,

knowing you will be gone from home once hunting seasons start!