The Thanksgiving buck

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There was a time when tree stands,sent killers and sitka camo were not a thing, a simpler time of knee high hunting boots,red plaid jackets and iron sights. A time when you played the wind and slipped very slowly through the woods to your advantage… not that those things aren’t implemented still today in modern hunting but we tend not to pay as much attention to such things in the hunting community as we once did. I’ll just put on my scent blocker camo and not worry with the wind and get in my tree stand that’s 50-60 yards away from the big pile of corn I dumped out . And then just sit and wait staring at the pile of corn all day. Granted there are situations where you have to implement that tactic, limited amount of land comes to mind. But we rely too much on tech in the hunting community now these days and not enough on honing our outdoor skills and getting back to basics.

Here in the Southern part of the USA stalking for deer is harder than say in Idaho or Montana due to the fact of the pesky leaves that come tumbling down in the fall. Which makes moving through the woods rather noisy… but it can be done very very slowly mind you.It might take me 20-30 min to move a distance of say 50-60 yards by very gently placing the outer part of my L.L Bean Main hunting boot on to the crunchy leaves and slowly rolling it inward all the time keeping track of which way the wind is blowing. A wind indicator is very helpful.

November 28 2024 Thanksgiving morning the weather started out rainy the night before but slacked off and came to a halt around 7am. Perfect for stalking ,seeing that the leaves would be drenched and soft now due to the rain. I pulled on my L.L Bean boots put on my coat and hat , grabbed my iron sighted Winchester Model 54 and off to the woods I went. Weaving my way down the logging road I made no noise on the soft squishy earth underneath my feet. A gentle breeze was blowing from the southwest so I would periodically check the wind always making sure it was either directly in my face or coming at me diagonally. I came to a pine thicket and it started to mist ever so lightly when I caught sight of two white tails moving from my right to left, two deer had saw me but not scented me.I could not make them out but I had a hunch they were doe. So I pressed on down the ever winding road until I came to where the pine thicket opens up into a creek bottom. I check the wind before entering the bottom, perfect directly in my face! As I started to take a few steps I saw movement directly in front of me about 80 yards. I threw up my binoculars and saw that it was a little doe no more than 70-80 pounds. I moved slowly to the base of a big poplar tree but in doing so the little doe caught my movement but had not scented me and being young and curious she approached unafraid. As I watched her I noticed another deer following her, which turned out to be a bigger mature doe…meat for the freezer! The wind had not changed and they casually got closer and closer, until they were within 40 yards. Sitting down propping my back against a poplar tree and bracing my model 54 against my knees ,I waited for the mature doe to give me a perfect broad side shot, slowly but surely the doe made her way in front of the smaller one giving me the perfect broad side shot I was looking for. I lined up the Lyman receiver sight with the bead front of my 54 carbine and sent a 220 grain Interlock down range and made contact with the mature doe. She was moving from my left to right and after I made the shot she staggered a few steps and took off away from me, as she did I could tell it was a good hit as the blood flowed from right behind her shoulder. Reloading and putting the 54 on safe I started casually strolling up to the area where I had shot her, when something twitched and caught my eye! 50 yards away from me staring me dead in the face was a mature 7 point buck! I snapped down to one knee and again took aim with the 06! The wind was still blowing from him to me and he being in rut was more concerned with where the doe went than me. The buck giving me only a head on shot I aimed center chest and squeezed the 54’s trigger. The 220 grain hit with authority and as the buck ran I could see he was carrying his right leg. Standing there in awe of what had just occurred I was snapped back to reality by a loud snort! Directly to my right only 30 yards away was a tremendous 8 point buck! Dumbfounded I raised the 54 and in the confusion sent two 06 rounds haphazardly after the giant who was getting the hell out of Dodge quick fast! Knowing I had hit the other buck and doe I searched for the 8 pointer I had just took shots at. Winding through brier patches and searching the deer trail he was on proved futile, no blood,hair or body so two clean misses on the 8 pointer. Going back to my starting point after looking for the 8 pointer I found the blood trail for the doe and promptly found her in a patch of small saplings near the river. On my way to go find the 7 pointer I got a call from my father inquiring about all the shooting! After telling him what all the cordite burning was about and that I was pretty sure I had hit the 7 pointer but not sure if he was down for the count yet he very enthusiastically exclaimed he and my brother would be there as soon as I found out! Not knowing exactly where the buck ran (since after the shot I was preoccupied with the 8 pointer) I walked in the general direction where I saw him run, zigzagging through the woods I finally found the blood trail and there propped up next to a dead stump was my 7 pointer! Calling dad and giving him the assurance that the buck was down he said he and my brother would be there promptly! Sitting there reflecting on the mornings festivities soaking up the triumph and also the loss there is always a feeling of respect and melancholy when a hunt is over, respect for the animal hunted and melancholy for the life taken. We are all just smoke in the passage of time, fragile things here only for a limited amount of time, so enjoy the sunrises and be thankful for one more hunt experienced.

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As I sat reflecting I heard dad and Seth coming through the brambles asking where I was, hollering out I gave my location. Congratulations were made, deer were gutted and the 3\4 mile drag started. We made our way up and over ditches through creeks and finally to the truck and home . So in concluding I highly encourage you to get back to the basics play the wind grab an old vintage rifle and go enjoy the outdoors and the sunrises we are so blessed by God to have access to.

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220 grain Interlock recovered from left ham on buck

Remington’s Model 8 and the 35 Remington

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John Browning (center) and brother Matthew right with trophy bull elk

Introduced in 1906 by Remington the Model 8 was John Browning’s last sporting rifle design, based on his long recoil patent design, also implemented on his Auto 5 shotgun were as the recoil from the round cocks and reloads the firearm by the barrel moving reward along with the introduction of the 35 Remington cartridge made this a instant hit with sportsman. Browning having a long working relationship with Winchester designing the 1885 single shot a long with the 1886,1887,1892,1894,1895 lever actions and the 1890,1893,1897 line of pumps when he showed this new design to T.G. Bennett he was less than enthused and sat on the decision to produce Browning’s auto shotgun design for 2 years so Browning getting fed up with waiting and convinced this design was a winner asked Bennett for royalties on the design which Bennett refused and with that Browning broke off from Winchester..( big mistake on Winchesters part)

Browning went to Remington with his design but while waiting on a meeting with Remington’s president Marcellus Hartley in the parlor Browning was informed that the president had suffered a fatal heart attack. So realizing he wouldn’t be able to make any deals with Remington at the moment Browning took his design over the pond to FN. Having already set up a contract with them through Hart O” Berg FN’s factory director back in 1897 for his 32 cal Auto pistol ,FN was more than glad to take over the new shotgun and rifle designs, contracts where signed March 24 of 1902.

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Browning with his A5 shotgun design

Browning stayed in Belgium for 3 months supervising the production of his A5 , an instant hit with American sportsman 10,000 where sold in the first year of production (1903) but in 1904 import tariffs on goods of foreign manufacture made the prices of FN made firearms too expensive so Browning renegotiated with FN to give him the rights to set up manufacturing in the US which they did and Browning was able to finally start manufacturing relations with Remington. Remington was very eager for Brownings designs and put them into production by 1905 with the Remington model 11 and by 1906 Remington introduced the model 8!

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high grade model 8’s

Five smashing knock down blows delivered at lighting speed! said Remington advertisements in 1906 with the new 35 cal Remington round with its 200 grain bullet moving at 2,000 fps. Initially introduced in 35 Remington only the 25,30 and 32 Remington soon followed in 1907 though never as popular as the 35.

25 Remington-100 grain sp at 2,330fps with 1’216 fp of energy

30 Remington-170 grain sp at 2,120fps with 1,696 fp of energy

32 Remington-170 grain sp at 2,220fps with 1,860 fp of energy

35 Remington-200 grain sp at 2,080fps with 1,920 fp of energy

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monster mule deer taken with model 8

Of all the Remington rounds the 35 has stood the test of time a fantastic brush and woods round it is as popular today as when it came out in 1906 that 358 cal 200 grain bullet moving at 2,000fps is a killer! a many of deer,black bear, moose, elk and grizzly bear have fallen to the little thumper! though the years rounds come and go there are fads but for the foreseeable future the 35 Remington is still a contender for one of the best woods and brush rounds. The popularity of the round over the years has made other firearm manufacturers introduced the round in some of their models Marlin in their 336 is a fine rifle and Winchester made a run in their pre 64 model 70, Remington would also have the round chambered in the model 14 and 141 pump rifles and 760 and also there model 600 bolt action and the model 81 Remington (which is a revamped model 8).

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Marlins 336 in 35 rem
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Remington’s model 600
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the model 141 was Remington’s modernized version of their model 14
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my model 8 with 200 grain lead gas checks at 1,900fps

I’ve got my Remington model 8 running 200 grain cast lead gas checks at 1,900fps ,which it really seems to like with IMR 3031 in a hornady case with Winchester primers. Looking forward to getting the old model 8 out out this winter and testing out the little thumper on some unsuspecting quarry! Get those old warriors out in the field this hunting season!

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First ducks on the Black River

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Summer has a way of getting us (hunters) a little down, with its heat and humidity it has us longing for cooler days and the changing of the leaves, it has us yearning for Septembers first morning of dove season for with that starts the ever consuming pursuit of game in all its splendor, for soon after comes the opening days of deer,duck and quail. So in those summer evenings I find myself pondering on days gone by and the memories stored in the forests and fields and remember grand days with old faithful dogs and friends.

December 2017 my good friend Jordan Muir had invited my father,brother and myself on a combination deer, duck and quail hunt (mainly) duck on the Black River in eastern North Carolina. The Black River is a tributary that starts in Sampson county with the merging of the Great Coharie Creek and the Six Runs Creek and snakes its way into the Cape Fear River and is know for its old growth forests and grand bald cypress forest some 2’600 years old, a marvelous place teaming with diverse wildlife deer,bobcat,river otter,black Bear and of course duck make this there place of residents. My father having a passion for deer hunting having started at the age of 8 and killing his first deer and 13 with a bow that’s some 50 odd years of pursuing that elusive species of Artiodactyla….yeah I had to look that word up! So we didn’t go duck hunting when I was growing up, my father went a handful of times in his youth but didn’t have a passion for it like he did deer hunting. So I for one was looking forward to a new experience!

Arriving at Jordan’s cousins place on the Black River we promptly unloaded our gear and guns and awaited his cousins arrival a Mr. Allan Page owner and operator of Leaning Tree Game Calls a very skilled call maker and duck hunter to boot! We hit it off marvelously! Having a love of wildlife,good food and vintage firearms we stayed up most the night in conversation. Finely realizing how late it was and how early we need to get up we hit the sack. The next morning we fixed a grand Southern breakfast and set off on Allan’s property to do a little quail hunt! Quail used to be abundant in NC but with the progress of time and the loss of more and more farmland and do to the chemicals used in the practice wild quail in NC are sadly dwindling so in order to do a hunt quail were provided by Jordan’s employer at the time Shady Knolls Game Preserve, still we has a wonderful time tromping through the pine forest in pursuit of the little gentleman! After said hunt was completed we commenced to clean and prepare the little gentlemen for the nights supper and what a supper it was! Fried quail,venison and Allan’s signature way of fixing whole duck in the oven! Good conversation on the days hunt over a glass of port ended the day in cozy bliss.

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a little Southern gentleman!
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Seth and I taking a little break while in pursuit of the little Southern Gentleman
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supper!!!

The next morning while in the process of washing the sleep out of my eyes and preparing a little breakfast the door burst open and a blast from a duck call broke the mornings silence! Good morning fellas! Allan greeted us in his usual jovial manner.So loading up we drove through the darkness down back roads until we reached our designated spot, trudging through the undergrowth we finally reached the river and Allan having dragged a little kayak with him jumped in it and commenced breaking the ice that had formed on the water over the cold and chilly night, then throwing out the decoys we set up on the dam Jordan my brother Seth and myself, we were at the far right hand of the group, we waited with baited breath in the cold and frosty morning for those tell tail whistling wings. Before legal shooting hours (7am) in NC we could hear the skidding wooosh of the ducks starting to land. A shot from Allan’s daughter Skye’s 20 gauge broke the mornings silence! At that the ducks that had landed erupted in a haze of confusion! Ducks were everywhere darting about, I heard my brother Seth let loose with his Browning A5 3 inch mag as a mallard flew by overhead I cut loose as well with my 1901 Winchester 10 gauge but do to excitement and inexperience …mainly excitement both shots were out of range. We had a few more mallards fly by overhead that morning all out of range but the experience sparked a new found love of waterfowl hunting! Seeing those magnificent little dive bombers cup up and come into decoy is an experience one shouldn’t let pass by in a lifetime.

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Jordan Muir right and myself set up at the dam

After returning to camp around 10 we decided to go on a jump shoot down the river in kayaks, let me tell you if you haven’t done that you are missing out! It is one of the most fun things I have done! Allan drove us up river to a bridge put in and dropped us off and said it should take us around 5 hours to drift down to where he would be waiting to pick us up, with that we unloaded the kayaks one single man for Jordan and a double man for Seth and I. We eased the boats into the lazily flowing Black River as Allan pulled away giving a a honk and thumbs up, We decided Seth would steer and let me do the shooting the first half and then we would switch and then he would shoot the later part of the trip, the river was eerily gorgeous with its ancient old growth cypress trees standing proudly over us ever watchful over the centuries.

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Seth and I making our departure on the Black River

We hadn’t drifted 100 yards when a group of 10-12 wood ducks exploded from our left off the bank! Guns were thrown to shoulder and cordite was ignited but with the sudden explosion of feathery confusion and excitement shots did not hit there targets, we were left in awe of how swift and fast the little feathery fowl could get out of dodge! As we came to our first bend in the river Jordan said keep an eye out to the extreme left or right depending on which way the river runs, the bend was to the left so I was in the process of checking my shotgun when all the sudden a hen wood duck exploded from my right under some overhanging brush on the bank. The 1901 Winchester snapped to my shoulder and I let loose a load of RST #4 in her direction and she came tumbling down my first duck! Drifting up and plucking her out if the swirling Black River I marveled at how the sun shown a gold’ish green sheen on her grey body absolutely gorgeous!

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We continued down the lazily twisting river having to maneuver over fallen trees and brush jumping mainly wood duck, the thing about wood ducks is that if you jump them up they will fly down river only 3-4 hundred yards and land again so opportunity to get another shot is high. So half way through the trip I switch out with Seth and through out the rest of the trip we kept jumping this drake wood duck we would get almost within range and he would bust out not giving us a shot, we were coming to the last stretch of river in our trip when to our left he busted out from the left bank! Seth swung his Browning up to meet the little rocket and with a jolting roar the drake came crashing down Seth’s first duck! We found him floating feet up down the river stuck in some brush. And what a drake wood duck! Marvelously mature and one of the biggest ones Jordan said he has ever seen! Our trip at and end we drifted into where Allan said he would be waiting, pictures where taken and congratulations were made and a new found passion was sparked in these old deer hunters for these gorgeous feathery fowl!

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Seth’s gorgeous drake wood duck!
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old waterfowl warriors Winchester 1901 10 gauge and Browning A5 12 gauge 3 inch mag

winchester’s model 54

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Introduced in 1925 the model 54 was Winchesters first commercial bolt action sporting rifle offered to the masses, though bolt action rifles were offered by Winchester as early as 1882 with there 45-70 chambered Hotchkiss rifles. A majority of those rifles some 84,000 were in military style muskets and carbines ,sporting configurations on the other hand were not as popular with shooters at the time preferring Winchesters line of lever actions instead.

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There were also sporting versions of there Lee Navy but only 1,700 were made in sporting variation partly due to its light 6mm caliber.

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T.C. Johnson work for Winchester from 1885 until his death in 1934 and came up with some of Winchsters most iconic designs, the model 12 and 21 most respectively along with the line of 1903-1910 style of semi auto rifles. He also designed the Model 51 Imperial in 1918 only 24 were manufactured and then were shot down by short sited Winchester executives. It was offered in solid and take down form and calibers 30-06 Springfield and 35 Newton and a new 27 caliber… 270 WCF.

Drilled and tapped for telescopic sights and highly finished and based on there p-14 and M1917 action I don’t see why this was shot down, it looks to me to be a very robust and well thought out design.

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Johnson would design the Winchester model 54 on a Mauser 98 action with 2 stage military trigger, one of its criticized features along with the single piece stamped trigger guard and Mauser type 3 position wing safety making it hard to mount a scope without modifying the bolt despite these drawbacks sales were good until the great depression

Calibers for the model 54 were 30-06 Springfield ,30-30 win ,7×57 Mauser ,7.65x53mm Argentine ,9x57mm Mauser ,250Savage ,22Hornet, 220Swift ,257Roberts…aaand the new 270 Winchester liked by a certain fellow with the last name of O’ Connor! You also could get your model 54 chambered in 25-35 win, 32 win special and 35 Whelen on special order. A model 54 carbine chambered in 35 Whelen would be a fantastic little brush gun!

Winchesters various offerings in the model 54!

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My model 54 Winchester carbine was manufactured in 1935 and is chambered in the time tested 30-06 Springfield it came with a standard buckhorn sight which I promptly replaced with a period correct Lyman 48w sight which I prefer .Though no deer have fallen to the little carbine yet I am confident the little guy will get the job done when called upon, the carbine length rifle is ideal for slipping and maneuvering around the NC thickets come deer season!

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The load I’ve chosen for the little guy is a 220 grain Hornady Interlock running 2,300 out of the 20 inch barrel with 54 grain of IMR 4831. I took to the shooting range today in this 100 degree heat…(yeah I know)…can’t wait until fall! anyway I went to test out my loads in off hand positions.

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The first group I shot was in the sitting position, went to prone and got better groups and found out the gun was a little high (this is at 50 yards) and had to adjust the Lyman sight as you can see a little too much the second time but the third group was right where I wanted the little guy! Not bad for off hand!

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