My uncle had one of the weatherby .460s Years ago. I was still just a youngster, and had not come from a "Gun Family". It looked like a tank's cannon to my young eyes.
Uncle seril was a might "ornery", you might say. He had been a hunter or guide back post WWII and had no trouble finding game if he wanted to.
We had planted a bunch of plants and small trees next to the "Family" cabin, and it had taken allot of $$ and work to do so. Well I was outside, down near the lake when I hear uncle seril cursing at the top of his lungs.......
I turn and see him exit the cabin rifle in hand, just chambering a round....... I look to see WTF??
and follow his line of sight over to where all of the new planing had taken place.....Standing there are a group of deer, happily munching away on the new greenery.........
Take a moment, dear readers, and picture the setting...... A young "Soaking wet behind the ears" kid with 000% knowledge in anything firearm related(except what I'd seen in movies & TV) , an old Gnarly North Canadian with a hell of a temper & a large shoulder fired cannon, A group of deer too stupid or deaf to get the hint that this
WAS NOT a very healthy place to be eating someones new greenery!
Uncle seril rounded the cabin's corner rifle coming up to his shoulder....and then the whole world just seemed to go
BOOM!It felt just like someone had taken a large wet down pillow ant whacked me across the face with it!
As I hazily watched the deer exit at a warp factor that would have given "Mr. Scot" a Woodie for a month, I noticed several rather strange things.....
(A.) Uncle seril was now sitting on the ground.......
(B.) There was a 1 to 1 1/2 foot section of tree missing from a large tree directly behind where the deer had been.
(C.) There was a big assed Mother F*cking bell ringing non stop somewhere very close.
(D.) Uncle seril was saying something, but he didn't seem to be able to overpower that damn bell.(He was cursing even louder!)
After I understood what had happened, I was scared of that gun!
But as I grew older, I always told Myself that someday I wouldn't be afraid to fire a rifle like that of My own.
Uncle seril has long since passed, I tried to find out what ever happened to the rifle, his stuff, anything that might give me more info about him and why he had bought and kept the rifle. I've only ever gotten "Oh!, it's long gone....sold or something years ago!" Where, to whom? No one knows, remembers, or cares. It's a shame that I can only remember him, and the rifle through My now distant memories.
RIP Uncle Seril!
Tall Shadow