This article appears in the current issue of BC Outdoors. Unfortunately the last two lines were cut off; here is the article in its entirety.
With the2014 hunting seasons already under way in the northern part of the province, I find myself scrambling once again. The desire is to head to the range and check my rifles’ zero is at full force, so that whenever opportunity arises, I am ready to hit the trail. Funny...
I consider myself a “rifleman”. I truly enjoy hunting with a fine rifle as much as the next connoisseur, maybe a wee bit more. That being said I feel that most of the factory rifles made today are lacking in some features that I look for.
I want to do another...
There are many reasons why black bears hold ground as my number one choice for hunting. For starters, they are super intelligent and craftier than other big game animals so pursuing them is always an exciting challenge. The main reason, though, is that if I don’t set my sights on...
Do you ever get the feeling that the cost of ammunition is rising faster than the price of gold? Some cartridges are so expensive that they might as well sell by the ounce too. Unfortunately, metal prices will continue to rise and ammo prices will only go up, meaning many...
Every year when I pick up a new copy of the provincial Hunting Regulations Synopsis and leaf through it I experience a renewed sense of amazement at just how fortunate BC hunters are. All you have to do is head for your region’s pages and peruse the list of season...
Sitting in my safe downstairs I have my grandpa’s .30-30, on temporary loan from my dad; a Winchester Model 94(1894) manufactured in 1959. The rifle remains 100% original but not in 100% condition; there is a difference. The rifle shows years of use, honest wear from the field. Over the...
I’m not sure why, but I often seem to recall missed shots more vividly than all but a few of my most rewarding ones. I suspect it’s because I tend to mentally play them out over and over again to ascertain exactly what I could have done differently. Such is...
The wind was howling out of the west and I settled my rifle onto a sturdy set of shooting sticks. I observed silently as my hunting partner rolled big rocks into the trees below, trying to unnerve the big mule buck we had spotted on the same ridge just half...
I have been called a “gun snob” on more than one occasion and it really doesn’t bother me. In fact, to be truthful, I kind of take it as a compliment. I have earned that label due to my firearm choices. Although I do have a few stock pieces most...