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Just want to warn you guys that Gun Season starts on Saturday and you should consider wearing bright clothing if not hunters orange outright. I would encougage you guys to stay away from Hog Gap which is in the Ashland oil Wildlife Management Area (which the by-laws of the WMA specifically forbid climbing) and you might piss off some hunter of unknown influence.RE: Armed and possibily drinking and you mess up his deer season. He might shoot!

notice to all the gun enthusiasts, I have salvaged 74 pounds of lead from my work, if you make your own bullets and think you can put it to use send me a pm.

Good point Joe... HG has been getting tons of action lately too.

Clevis Hitch wrote: (which the by-laws of the WMA specifically forbid climbing)

Good thing the climbing isn't on WMA land

but the approach and belaying are.....unless it is steep, drip line...blah, blah, blah.

Is there a limit on Rock Climbers this year? I didn't bag a single one last year and I just installed a deep freeze in my van. With any luck, I should be able to eat good all winter!

Hunting accidents could really help eliminate the crowds.....

I am using a Harrington Richards .357 magnum with a 22 inch barrel and a 1:18" twist. The bullet I'm using is a .357 magnum case with a 158 grain lead cast bullet that I cast myself from salvaged wheel weights.The powder is clays shotgun powder and I'm using 2.4 grains. My velocity is subsonic though I haven't chronographed it yet I guess it to be around 950-1000 feet per second. My maximum effective range would be about 100 yards. I have zeeroed it to 50 yards. So far I've shot 4 deer with it. The bullet is so quiet and slow that you can hear the bullet hit the deer. It sounds like a muffled volleyball spike. None of the kills were intantaneous but they were clean and painless. In most cases the deer didn't even know it was shot because there was no crack of the gun, they just felt something dig into their ribs. I shot one out of my tree stand at about 30 yards. It was a full broadside shot, straight to the lungs. When a deer is hit in the lungs, he'll kick like a mule. This one did then walked about twenty yards and stood right beside me. He just stood there with his head hung down. After about thirty seconds his rear legs wobbled, then ten seconds after that his hind end collapsed and he was just standing on his front feet. Then he just kinda stretched out and lay his head down and expired. He wasn't a big deer, about 175 lbs. No crazy rack, I don't hunt for racks. He'll probably get turned into hamburger and fed to my family. So there's no worry about him being wasted. In fact, I have four deer hanging right now. I plan on not eating store bought meat all year.

I said all of that to say this. His death was elegant.

That story reminds me of why I quit hunting...

Clevis Hitch wrote:I am using a Harrington Richards .357 magnum with a 22 inch barrel and a 1:18" twist. The bullet I'm using is a .357 magnum case with a 158 grain lead cast bullet that I cast myself from salvaged wheel weights.The powder is clays shotgun powder and I'm using 2.4 grains. My velocity is subsonic though I haven't chronographed it yet I guess it to be around 950-1000 feet per second. My maximum effective range would be about 100 yards. I have zeeroed it to 50 yards. So far I've shot 4 deer with it. The bullet is so quiet and slow that you can hear the bullet hit the deer. It sounds like a muffled volleyball spike. None of the kills were intantaneous but they were clean and painless. In most cases the deer didn't even know it was shot because there was no crack of the gun, they just felt something dig into their ribs. I shot one out of my tree stand at about 30 yards. It was a full broadside shot, straight to the lungs. When a deer is hit in the lungs, he'll kick like a mule. This one did then walked about twenty yards and stood right beside me. He just stood there with his head hung down. After about thirty seconds his rear legs wobbled, then ten seconds after that his hind end collapsed and he was just standing on his front feet. Then he just kinda stretched out and lay his head down and expired.

I said all of that to say this. His death was elegant.

Clevis by god, what nonsense. you seem as enamored of your own bullets as the romanticized details of the deers presumed incomprehension and under appreciated mystery of it's own death. i appreciate your ability and willingness to live life to the bone, it's just so easy to imagine the glorified lyricism of the emperors of Rome or Bill Kristol, Rachel Abrams or Sean Hannity instead.