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Leighton, allow me to echo the good Mr. BC30cal's sentiments. It was a grand hunting tale, and well told. (It was even better reading, having heard the oral version from you over the phone last week!) The photos you've posted are excellent, as usual. Thanks for that. It makes the tale all the more sweet. Having lived and hunted in the snowy northern Alberta areas of Swan Hills and Peace River country, I expected the landscapes and vegetation in the Delta region to look as it did. But it sure makes it more immediate to see it in actual pixels.

I had the privilege of collecting a WY bison heifer about 10 years ago, in the company of Jorge and EvilTwin... until that particular adventure, I had no inkling of the amount of work involved in skinning and cutting up a bison. Big respect to your comrades for all the work they put in to get that critter cut up and packaged! BTW, enjoy that liver! Bison liver is amazingly good eating, so good that I would happily help somebody collect a Big Shaggy if they would let me have the liver...

As for the errant bullet, dinna fash. Given the fact that it was dead on minute-of-coffee-cup 2 days before, you have to wonder if some evil kami possessed the thing... maybe the scope buggered up for no good reason, maybe your bullet struck an unseen twig between you and the bison, or maybe you just twitched wrong. Doesn't matter. The beast died clean, that's all that signifies.Like Dwayne, I've been in on the end of a goodly number of critters in my nearly 70 years, and I will confirm that the only hunters who will condemn another hunter for an errant bullet are 1) azzholes and 2) inexperienced in the vagaries of hunting and killing, and 3) azzholes.

Thanks for sharing the good story and great pics. Enjoy that delicious meat.

And that's as it should be. I am tickled to hear of and read about y'all's adventure. Well done, lads.

Hey the Shot Nazi back.

LOL

This thread is greater than I thought.

Be sure you brown that first.

Yes, indeed. I recall my father telling me about the towering flight of dead-on-its-wings-heartshot-pheasant when I was a lad, but for some odd reason never actually witnessed it myself til I was near 40 years old, with hundreds of dead waterfowl and upland birds in the bag.

As it happened, I was hunting with my fine old Springer, Brit, near Brooks, AB. The cock pheasant flushed right in front of Brit's nose, a scant 10 yards out, and gave he an easy rising straightaway shot. I hit the bird with a single pellet (I'm not a great wingshot, I must admit) and he towered in an upward spiral to perhaps 50 yards, but carried away from us by a typical howling southern Alberta 40-mph breeze. Brit never lost sight of the rooster, and danced out into the stubble like a center-fielder, positioned perfectly to make the catch when the pheasant inevitably fell straight down. I'd swear my dog nearly caught the pheasant in mid-air, but nobody would believe me and I'm not sure I believe myself 30 years later.

I didn't gut the bird until I had him home later that day, and carefully dissected him... I had hit his heart with a single pellet, and his pericardium was full of blood. Classic cardiac tamponade. Physiologically fascinating, I must say.

Great read, humbling to walk up on a dead buffalo isn't it. And for what its worth I severed the spine in front of the shoulder on mine. Not where I was aiming. Anyway congratulations on a great trip.

You clearly revel in your idiocy. Most try to forget the real moron moments in their pathetic existence. Not you.

Some years ago my son shot a dusky Canada goose that did the same. It was impressive how it hit the water!

I was just making light of our previous back-n-forths.

But I gotta say it's a good thing you spent your whole life in an Indian Village because if people like me bother you in the virtual world, you'd blow your fugking brains out in the real world.

LOL

Fugkin' tea kettle.

Pepsi...

Excellent read, and the stuff that dreams are made of!

Thanks for taking us along!

reminds me of how astute I can be at times since neither is even close to the subject at hand.

As calm a shooter as I've ever seen. I had my hand on his shoulder close a few times to adjust our direction etc.. He was NOT shook up at all.

Sometimes things happen. Is what it is. Turned out perfectly. I never even put a round in my 458 chamber. Was never a need. The bear never showed up either so that was good too. Well yes and no.

Spoken like a man with a bear tag in his back pocket!!

Good to see you Doc.

But nothing about the buff?


Sheesh.

Leighton,

re: your shot on that buffler.

I tend to think these things are the result of the influence of St Hubert, that Greek Artemis, Diana, and all the other ones in the ether involved in the hunt.

Sometimes I think there is guidance to avoid those nasty recoveries or losses of a wounded animal.

Dead is dead, and dead on the spot is many times the best kind of dead.

Don't be such a deflave.

LOL!