Whiskeyhotel2020
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I grew up hearing stories of my Great Grandfather who, was an avid hunter. I met the man one time unfortunately I was too little to remember him. My dad used to tell this great story about when C.G. decided to try handgun hunting. He bought himself a Ruger Blackhawk in 44 mag and had a bushnell phantom handgun scope milled to the receiver.
Now C.G. being a rifle hunter didn't understand pistol eye relief. A lot of you will see where this is going and sadly you're right. One round and Great Grandpa leaves the range with a cut brow. Once his stitches came out he took that 44 back out determined to sight it in. Once again one round fired and back to the Dr.s office for more stitches. I should mention this man is a very stubborn Irishman. His third trip out he figured out how to solve the problem. He brought a stocking cap and a piece of tin to the range with him. He folded the tin into the stocking cap and proceeded to sight his ruger in.
This story had me in stitches every time i would hear my dad or Grandpa tell it. I asked if C.G. kept the Ruger. And the response was yes he did in fact he hand loaded for it. Blew the cylinder apart and had to have ruger repair it.
When Grandpa passed dad got his guns. Amongst those was the storied Ruger and a box of C.G.'s hand loads from 1968. Neither one of us were gutsy enough to try the reloads. Dad passed last year and I have the Blackhawk now and pass the story on to my kids.
Now C.G. being a rifle hunter didn't understand pistol eye relief. A lot of you will see where this is going and sadly you're right. One round and Great Grandpa leaves the range with a cut brow. Once his stitches came out he took that 44 back out determined to sight it in. Once again one round fired and back to the Dr.s office for more stitches. I should mention this man is a very stubborn Irishman. His third trip out he figured out how to solve the problem. He brought a stocking cap and a piece of tin to the range with him. He folded the tin into the stocking cap and proceeded to sight his ruger in.
This story had me in stitches every time i would hear my dad or Grandpa tell it. I asked if C.G. kept the Ruger. And the response was yes he did in fact he hand loaded for it. Blew the cylinder apart and had to have ruger repair it.
When Grandpa passed dad got his guns. Amongst those was the storied Ruger and a box of C.G.'s hand loads from 1968. Neither one of us were gutsy enough to try the reloads. Dad passed last year and I have the Blackhawk now and pass the story on to my kids.