A good buddy hunts with a Sendero. I asked him why he packed such a heavy rifle. His reply, I know what it'll do when I get it there...
He named it, E. F.; when E. F. Hutton speaks people listen.
When this E. F. speaks, stuff dies...
I'm not much into heavy hunting rifles, but appreciate the affection for and confidence he has in this old gun.
Pretty is as pretty does. And yeah, he can really shoot it...
DF
That E.F. reference made me chuckle. My grandfather had a rabbit dog years ago that was 1/2 beagle and 1/2 English pointer. A couple guys borrowed it for the weekend and when they returned it they had nicknamed it EF Hutton. Dog didn't bark a whole bunch on track, but when it did the rabbit was right THERE! One of the many dogs named Rocky my grandpa had over the years.
Cool story, thanks for sharing.
And, I don't have the heart to tell this guy, .270 is gay...
He's not a Fire contributor, unaware of such wisdom and insight.
He just kills stuff, stays busy at the skinning shed.
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