Yo. Happy New Year. Haven't been here for a while. Things get pretty busy now that it is the growing season down here... plus I have a new part-time job on top of the other things we do.
Anyways... my freezer is now pretty full. I shot a yearling doe in the Marlborough Sounds a few days back. I've been going to the same place since the late 'sixties and our philosophy was to always conserve the deer in the area. We often would not shoot any... and when we did, we picked a stag. Now the numbers have grown to an almost undesirable level given the amount of feed around. I didn't even see a stag this last trip, just does, yearlings and a couple of fawns.
I shot the deer with an old Lee Enfield. It used to shoot .303 British in its original incarnation, but my father re-chambered it to shoot the more common 7.62 x 39 cartridge. I butchered the deer on the hillside and carried back just the meat. I apologise for the lack of Beckers in the photos.
We got back from the Marlborough Sounds yesterday afternoon, and this morning I got a call telling me that there was a pig caught in one of my leg snares on a neighbor's place. My leg snares are powered with bungee rubber and the pigs have quite a radius they can move in. I hurried to the scene with my new Rossi .357. You may wonder about the bright tape around the barrel, but I keep a supply so I can apply tape across the muzzle to stop the barrel filling with rain or leaves. I have been loading my own cartridges for this gun.... using bullets I cast and just enough TrailBoss powder to give me about 870 fps velocity. I don't like using high-powered cartridges on peoples' farms.
The pig had gone into some thick scrub. The landowner stood at a safe distance (taking photos with his phone) while I peered into a dark opening to see if I could spot the hog. I couldn't see it:
But the hog saw me and, like other pigs I've caught around here, it didn't seem to be in a very good mood as it rushed into the opening. The photo below shows the gun with the hammer down... it may have been taken pretty much at the same time as I pulled the trigger. It all ended well. I'm pleased I had the .357 instead of the usual .22 rimfire or my spear.
And just to make this a legitimate post, I thought I should show a picture of one of the best tools this trapper owns:
Anyways... my freezer is now pretty full. I shot a yearling doe in the Marlborough Sounds a few days back. I've been going to the same place since the late 'sixties and our philosophy was to always conserve the deer in the area. We often would not shoot any... and when we did, we picked a stag. Now the numbers have grown to an almost undesirable level given the amount of feed around. I didn't even see a stag this last trip, just does, yearlings and a couple of fawns.
I shot the deer with an old Lee Enfield. It used to shoot .303 British in its original incarnation, but my father re-chambered it to shoot the more common 7.62 x 39 cartridge. I butchered the deer on the hillside and carried back just the meat. I apologise for the lack of Beckers in the photos.

We got back from the Marlborough Sounds yesterday afternoon, and this morning I got a call telling me that there was a pig caught in one of my leg snares on a neighbor's place. My leg snares are powered with bungee rubber and the pigs have quite a radius they can move in. I hurried to the scene with my new Rossi .357. You may wonder about the bright tape around the barrel, but I keep a supply so I can apply tape across the muzzle to stop the barrel filling with rain or leaves. I have been loading my own cartridges for this gun.... using bullets I cast and just enough TrailBoss powder to give me about 870 fps velocity. I don't like using high-powered cartridges on peoples' farms.
The pig had gone into some thick scrub. The landowner stood at a safe distance (taking photos with his phone) while I peered into a dark opening to see if I could spot the hog. I couldn't see it:

But the hog saw me and, like other pigs I've caught around here, it didn't seem to be in a very good mood as it rushed into the opening. The photo below shows the gun with the hammer down... it may have been taken pretty much at the same time as I pulled the trigger. It all ended well. I'm pleased I had the .357 instead of the usual .22 rimfire or my spear.


And just to make this a legitimate post, I thought I should show a picture of one of the best tools this trapper owns:
