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Shoot Two!!
My Client was a bit winded whilst taking aim on the Tiger, now we had a Tiger wounded in the thick. The sun was hot – glistening off the Client’s Assistant’s black body as he ran wide- eyed from the grass... A PH’s worst fear; we were now the hunted.
Earlier in the day I had collected my Client and Client’s Assistant. The rest of the Party would meet up with us at another camp.
I first noticed the Assistant, young, fit, full of energy. I then noticed my Client’s Gear; this tells me a lot about the Client. Then I saw my Client…
This Client was a looker! She had wisps of blond hair showing out from under her straw hat. The khaki shirt showed sweat stains from the flight, well fitting blue jeans, and rubber soled, leather upper boots completed her attire.
This was not a Holland & Holland gun case, nor did the case contain an H&H Double gun. Her loadings were custom made I noted. No – this gun was a special made to order gun from another well respected Craftsman…
She looked at my belt- “Case– Mako Shark, Good choiceâ€. I handed her something Cold to drink from the ice chest, she got into the truck.
First off she related how she had read Ruark since a little girl; she had always wanted to go on Safari, now a dream had come true. As she spoke I could tell she had done her research, she was in good shape, she told of how she had been shooting to ready herself for this trip.
At the base camp she wanted to sight in her gun and ammo. As she made ready her Double gun, her Assistant scouted around the camp, noticed the fowl. Fowl was shot for camp.
I had a place near to camp already scouted and knew she could take some game….she did. She was not kidding – this gal was cool under pressure, showed great marksmanship.
Back at base camp I fixed a small lunch from the stores of the food box. She and her Assistant napped to shrug off the jet lag.
After their respite , I then headed us out to another area I knew would hold her dream trophy – a Tiger. She rode up front with me, her Assistant preferred to ride in the bed of my truck.
She glassed the sights on either side of the dusty road as we traveled, she was asking questions about best approach, the wind she noticed blowing a gentle breeze to move the grass…
“Stop!†She said.
We had just passed a smaller base camp when she noticed a flash of something. I pulled over in the shade of a large tree. We crossed a small creek, made our way up a small hill…
She took the right shot, this was not a rushed shot, and still it was a bad shot. I still contend and defend she was still suffering from jet lag.
Assistant looked at me and shook his head, then looked down. The Client was upset. I told her to shrug it off – we had to work together as a team – we were now the prey.
The Assistant had gone too far into the grass; he was now running back, wide-eyed…
“Shoot Two!!†My Client said with excitement in her voice…
My Double Gun spoke , ejected, reloads from weak hand were in the Chambers …
The sun was setting as the rest of the party arrived at the Base Camp. They departed from the Range Rover; saw my client near the fire…
“Honey – did you have a good day?â€
â€Mom, dad I had the coolest time! I went on Safari…my very first one. You guys knew didn’t you? [She winked and put her hands on her hips].
Dad piped up “Well – what did you think?â€
“We went to the back lot and there were the pictures of all sorts of animals, I shot them with my cork gunâ€.
Grandpa came out with the burgers and hot dogs…†so how did the loads work?†Grandpa – they were perfect- oh and thanks for painting that orange part black…â€
Grandpa had taken that double cork gun, painted the orange (cussing about the very idea of orange as he did so) and bought every cork that hardware store had that size.
I was using a “half double gun†– Single shot .410 with primer only. My client will attest it was a double gun, fired two, ejected two,- it was her Safari after all and you are free to argue with her the round count if you wish. You won't sway her though.
I was carrying concealed and had live ammo for the .410 - but hey, on typing paper – this is Enough Gun.
Now the Tiger…long skinny yellow balloons twisted and made to look like a Tiger…well you try it with a cork gun and see how well you do.
Now we haven’t figured out how the string became untied, unless the Black Lab puppy loosened the string…but yes it was “approaching us†-IME Skeet load of # 9 works on Tigers – Pretty sure H&H will offer better suggestions if you are going on Safari with him…
I bet H&H never had a Tiger retrieved for him tho' ...
I was Five years old once. I read all of Ruark’s works…I had my "Safari’s†too.
I did not have a Scooby-Doo blanket made into a gun case for my gun case…
I probably descended from a slide thinking I had just landed into the “bushâ€.
So a little girl is read Ruark’s works, parents rent movies and find stuff on TV to educate her. Grandpa and Grandma read more stories…and it is so cool when Grandpa “shoots two†from his double bbl .410, ejects the hulls – reloads and “shoots two†again.
So hey - I didn't grow up - I just got bigger myself. Sure I can babysit a kid while the parents have something to do together. We'd agreed to meet at Grandparents...besides, Grandpa and I already had 'scouted the Tiger"...
“Just like the book and the stories and the…†Should have seen and heard this little lady...
The “PH†in this Safari – had a real good time. So did Ruark…the black lab.
"I expect you may be right," the Old Man admitted. "Time just seems to fly away for a boy. That, I s’pose, is why one day you wake up suddenly and you ain’t a boy any longer. Anyhow, I’m glad you ain’t going. It gets awful lonesome around here with all them grown-ups." - Robert Ruark from "The Pipes of Pan" -The Old Man and the Boy
You Obv’t Servant
Steve
My Client was a bit winded whilst taking aim on the Tiger, now we had a Tiger wounded in the thick. The sun was hot – glistening off the Client’s Assistant’s black body as he ran wide- eyed from the grass... A PH’s worst fear; we were now the hunted.
Earlier in the day I had collected my Client and Client’s Assistant. The rest of the Party would meet up with us at another camp.
I first noticed the Assistant, young, fit, full of energy. I then noticed my Client’s Gear; this tells me a lot about the Client. Then I saw my Client…
This Client was a looker! She had wisps of blond hair showing out from under her straw hat. The khaki shirt showed sweat stains from the flight, well fitting blue jeans, and rubber soled, leather upper boots completed her attire.
This was not a Holland & Holland gun case, nor did the case contain an H&H Double gun. Her loadings were custom made I noted. No – this gun was a special made to order gun from another well respected Craftsman…
She looked at my belt- “Case– Mako Shark, Good choiceâ€. I handed her something Cold to drink from the ice chest, she got into the truck.
First off she related how she had read Ruark since a little girl; she had always wanted to go on Safari, now a dream had come true. As she spoke I could tell she had done her research, she was in good shape, she told of how she had been shooting to ready herself for this trip.
At the base camp she wanted to sight in her gun and ammo. As she made ready her Double gun, her Assistant scouted around the camp, noticed the fowl. Fowl was shot for camp.
I had a place near to camp already scouted and knew she could take some game….she did. She was not kidding – this gal was cool under pressure, showed great marksmanship.
Back at base camp I fixed a small lunch from the stores of the food box. She and her Assistant napped to shrug off the jet lag.
After their respite , I then headed us out to another area I knew would hold her dream trophy – a Tiger. She rode up front with me, her Assistant preferred to ride in the bed of my truck.
She glassed the sights on either side of the dusty road as we traveled, she was asking questions about best approach, the wind she noticed blowing a gentle breeze to move the grass…
“Stop!†She said.
We had just passed a smaller base camp when she noticed a flash of something. I pulled over in the shade of a large tree. We crossed a small creek, made our way up a small hill…
She took the right shot, this was not a rushed shot, and still it was a bad shot. I still contend and defend she was still suffering from jet lag.
Assistant looked at me and shook his head, then looked down. The Client was upset. I told her to shrug it off – we had to work together as a team – we were now the prey.
The Assistant had gone too far into the grass; he was now running back, wide-eyed…
“Shoot Two!!†My Client said with excitement in her voice…
My Double Gun spoke , ejected, reloads from weak hand were in the Chambers …
The sun was setting as the rest of the party arrived at the Base Camp. They departed from the Range Rover; saw my client near the fire…
“Honey – did you have a good day?â€
â€Mom, dad I had the coolest time! I went on Safari…my very first one. You guys knew didn’t you? [She winked and put her hands on her hips].
Dad piped up “Well – what did you think?â€
“We went to the back lot and there were the pictures of all sorts of animals, I shot them with my cork gunâ€.
Grandpa came out with the burgers and hot dogs…†so how did the loads work?†Grandpa – they were perfect- oh and thanks for painting that orange part black…â€
Grandpa had taken that double cork gun, painted the orange (cussing about the very idea of orange as he did so) and bought every cork that hardware store had that size.
I was using a “half double gun†– Single shot .410 with primer only. My client will attest it was a double gun, fired two, ejected two,- it was her Safari after all and you are free to argue with her the round count if you wish. You won't sway her though.
I was carrying concealed and had live ammo for the .410 - but hey, on typing paper – this is Enough Gun.
Now the Tiger…long skinny yellow balloons twisted and made to look like a Tiger…well you try it with a cork gun and see how well you do.
Now we haven’t figured out how the string became untied, unless the Black Lab puppy loosened the string…but yes it was “approaching us†-IME Skeet load of # 9 works on Tigers – Pretty sure H&H will offer better suggestions if you are going on Safari with him…
I bet H&H never had a Tiger retrieved for him tho' ...
I was Five years old once. I read all of Ruark’s works…I had my "Safari’s†too.
I did not have a Scooby-Doo blanket made into a gun case for my gun case…
I probably descended from a slide thinking I had just landed into the “bushâ€.
So a little girl is read Ruark’s works, parents rent movies and find stuff on TV to educate her. Grandpa and Grandma read more stories…and it is so cool when Grandpa “shoots two†from his double bbl .410, ejects the hulls – reloads and “shoots two†again.
So hey - I didn't grow up - I just got bigger myself. Sure I can babysit a kid while the parents have something to do together. We'd agreed to meet at Grandparents...besides, Grandpa and I already had 'scouted the Tiger"...
“Just like the book and the stories and the…†Should have seen and heard this little lady...
The “PH†in this Safari – had a real good time. So did Ruark…the black lab.
"I expect you may be right," the Old Man admitted. "Time just seems to fly away for a boy. That, I s’pose, is why one day you wake up suddenly and you ain’t a boy any longer. Anyhow, I’m glad you ain’t going. It gets awful lonesome around here with all them grown-ups." - Robert Ruark from "The Pipes of Pan" -The Old Man and the Boy
You Obv’t Servant
Steve
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