15 February 2011, 22:54
GAHUNTERDang, I Misunderestimated the Range! (a dissertation on first hunt with .35 Whelen)
Oh well, crap happens!
I was hunting deer last week on the last day of Alabama's season near Union Springs. The tract I was on is knee deep in deer, and, as is typical of Alabama deer, the bucks were in full rut (Alabama is the only state that has deer rut this late).
I was hunting with my brand new, old rifle. I guess I need to explain that one. You see, in 1965, my dad gave me a Winchester Model 70 in 30-'06 for my 15th birthday (yes, it was the "new" stamped-parts, push-feed, post-'64 model, but a 15-year-old receiving his first rifle could care less).
Over the years, I used that rifle to take dozens of whitetails, a bear, and numerous other critters. Even though I accumulated a few dozen rifles of various calibers over the years, I kept coming back to this one as my "go to" deer rifle, partly because of sentimental reasons.
Then a few years back, the gun started shooting rather inconsistantly at the range. I (incorrectly) assumed that I had finally managed to "shoot out" the barrel. Then I got a bright idea: why not re-barrel the gun to a caliber that I had always wanted to try -- .35 Whelen? (I now have two other '06s)
So I took it to a gunsmith who had done a bit of work for me on other guns, and had him rent a reamer and buy a Hart barrel and begin the work. Then about a month into the project, he called me and said that he was finished with the rebarreling and chambering, but when he was fitting the action back the the original Winchester stock, he found a long, length-wise crack in the bottom of the forend channel of the stock that extended into the action (which is probably what ailed the gun in the first place).
He recommended a new stock, and said that he had a Hogue Overmolded take-off stock that would fit it. I said ok, and he finished the gun.
That was four years ago, and to make a loooooong story short, the rifle would not shoot worth a damn. We tried handloads, standard factory loads, custom loads; we tried setting the barrel back; rebedding the action; full-length bedding of the action; re-crowning the barrel -- nothing worked!
For the last two years, it just sat on the rack in his shop while he was "thinking" on what to try next. Finally, I decided to give up on it (him?) and went and paid a discounted price for the work performed and brought the gun home, along with the split stock.
One day, a friend walked into my gun room and noticed the Model 70 stock leaning against the wall and inquired about it. I related the whole story to him, after which he said, "why don't you simply repair that stock with epoxy and bed the .35 action into it to see if that won't solve your accuracy problem?
My first reaction was negative, seeing as we had bedded and rebedded the Hogue stock, but then I thought "what the hell?
Not wanting to go to the original smith, I took the gun to Neal Spruill, owner of Hogleg Smiths in Gainsville, Georgia. Neal has done accuracy work for me before and is a very conciencious smith. He looked at it and said he'd give it a try.
A few days later, he called and said he was finished, and felt like this would solve my problem, as the Hogue stock was ill-fitted and seemed to bind the action. He said the split in the original Model 70 stock had been an easy repair, and felt like it would hold well without cross bolting. He charged me a hundred bucks.
When I picked up the gun, I went straight to the range with two different handloads: one with 225-grain Nosler Partitions, and another with 225-grain Nosler Ballistic Tips (I bought them before they were discontinued and replaced by Accubonds).
Low-and-behold, the gun shot well -- not great -- but well: one-and-a-quarter inches at 100 yards. Not too shabby for a first range experience with a generic load. So I decided to take it hunting!
Now, keep in mind that I had only one range session with the rifle, and only shot it at 100 yards. I know that with this caliber, a little extra practice is necessary if it is to be used at longer ranges, but I didn't have the time to or ammo loaded to shoot at the longer ranges, besides, 90 percent of all deer in the southern U.S. are taken at ranges under 100 yards.
So it was that I took this rifle when I was invited to hunt a piece of property in Alabama by a neighbor of mine in Atlanta who owns it, but was in the process of selling it. For this reason, he said all antler restrictions were cancelled and to shoot whatever I saw. "Cool beans", I thought, "I need more venison in the freezer."
When we got to the property after a three-hour, pre-dawn drive from Atlanta, I was directed to walk up a power line to a green field that lay just off the line, and climb a stand on the field's edge. I had just pulled my rifle up and chambered a round and noticed that there was a deer crossing the field. A glance in the scope confirmed that it was a moderate-sized eight pointer that I would probably pass up on my own property, but, hey, I had been instructed to shoot everything! So I placed the crosshairs on the shoulder, squeezed the trigger, and
missed!I couldn't believe it. Thinking that there is no way I missed, I figured I'd find him piled up in the woods just off the field. I waited a hour-and-a-half before going to look for him (passing up several does that crossed the field in the mean time)
When I finally got down and went to look for blood, I got a rather strange feeling, because the more steps I took out to where he as standing, the further away the spot seemed to be from the stand. When I got there, I looked back at the stand, and realized that it was about 250 yards away. Over an hour of scouring the field and the woods withoud finding any blood-sign confirmed my fear: I had shot under the buck with a low-in-the shoulder hold.
Knowing that I had blown any chance of seeing any more deer that morning on this field, I walked back to the power line and started walking to the top of the hill. When I topped the hill, the recently mowed line stretched out before me for a clear half-mile of visibility. Not that I needed a half-mile, as the three deer that were standing in the middle of the line were only about a 150 yards away!
There they were, three does. I contemplated taking one, when I noticed that they all three were distracted by something taking place off the power line. So I waited. Sure enough, a few seconds later out runs a tall-racked buck and takes to running one of the does. I eased over to a power pole, braced my rifle on the side and took aim a the center of the buck's shoulder when he stopped. I squeezed the trigger, and
missed!This time I knew I missed, because the buck only ran a couple of yards and stopped again to look back at what the heck was causing all that racket. I chambered another round, and quickly decided that I had misunderestimated the range -- again! This time I aimed at the top of the buck's shoulder and squeezed the trigger.
This time, the deer hunched forward and ran off the power line. About that time, one of the does comes running back onto the line and stops and looks at me. I decided that this is a sign from God that he wants me to shoot her, so I took aim high on the shoulder, and squeezed the trigger -- snap!
This is when I remembered that I had started the day with only two down and one up, and I had fired all three of them. So I calmly reached in my pocket and pull out a 225-grain Partition and dropped it in the chamber, closed the bolt, took aim at the doe that had not budged and fired. She bolted forward, dragging an obviously broken leg on the off-shoulder.
"Wow," I thought, "I've got two deer down even after missing that one earlier." But then, darker thought set in, "I've also got no dead deer in front of me, so there is a chance that I will not recover one of them, or worse, both of them!"
With this dark thought in mind, I headed down the line to the last point I had seen the buck. The pines he ran into were fairly open, and I had a pretty good fix on where he had been, but I could not find any blood. "Don't panic," I thought. "You know they sometimes run 50 yards before the start bleeding." So I walked into the woods with that in mind.
I had walked about 25 yards when suddenly I spotted the deer piled up against the base of a pine tree about 50 yards into the woods. I walked up and found that my bullet had hit him right on the tip of the shoulder bone, dead center of mass, and, surprisingly, had not exited. I quickly field dressed him and walked back to the power line to hunt the doe.
I had a less-good fix on where the doe was standing, and the woods on that side of the power line were much thicker. My recurring nightmare at this time was that broken leg she was dragging. Had my shot simply passed under the chest into the leg? If so, I knew I was in for a long, and frustrating search.
I walked into the woods at the approximate location she had exited and found no sign. So I decided to parallel the power line, about 25-yards into the woods. After finding no sign of blood or the deer, I moved deeper into the woods and started another sweep, when suddenly, there it was -- a blood trail! Check that: it was more like a blood highway!
Never have I seen a wider, more voluminous, blood trail. It was almost continuous, with only about five feet of gap between the puddles. My confidence returned, however I did start to wonder a bit what was going on, as I followed it further and further away from the power line. Suddenly the blood trail stopped. Fortunately it stopped right at the dead deer about 125 yards from where I shot her.
A quick post mortum revealed that my bullet had entered the very bottom of the deer's chest and barely clipped the bottom of the heart, before exiting the chest and breaking the off-leg. Two more inches, and it would have been a clean miss!
After getting both deer drug to the power line, I stepped off the distance from where I shot each deer. The buck was 260 yards away when I shot it, and the doe, 240 yards. Something tells me that it might be time to invest in a range finder! (Just kidding: I have one that I use on western and African hunts.)
So, there's the story, albeit a long story, of my first hunt with my new, old .35 Whelen. It wasn't a "perfect" first hunt, and I aired out some pretty embarrassing details. But I did manage to bring home two deer, and in the process, breathed new life into an old rifle, which, by the way, means an awful lot to me.
BTW, when I left the truck that morning, I almost took an open-sighted, Remington Model 141 Gamemaster in .32 Remington caliber instead of the scoped Whelen. Imagine what kind of story I would be telling had I stuck to that plan?
16 February 2011, 02:01
Rich ElliottI've been using a .35 Whelen with 250 Grain Nosler handloads(@2,525 fps)
since 2001 and have made some long shots with it. The longest being a Shiras moose
that I knew was 280 yards away. A hold on his nose dropped the bullet right into his brisket.
Sighted 3 inches high at 100 yeards, a .35 Whelen can do the job out there a ways if you know
the range and are familiar with the drop table......................................
Range
Velocity Energy Momentum Drop Windage Lead Time
(yards) (ft/sec) (ft-lbs) (lbs-sec) (inches) (inches) (inches) (sec)
0 2531.6 3557.7 2.81 -1.5 0.0 0.0 0.000
50 2433.1 3286.0 2.70 1.5 0.2 10.6 0.060
100 2336.9 3031.4 2.59 3.0 0.9 21.7 0.123
150 2243.2 2793.0 2.49 2.9 2.0 33.2 0.189
200 2151.1 2568.6 2.39 1.1 3.6 45.3 0.257
250 2061.1 2358.1 2.29 -2.6 5.7 57.8 0.328
300 1973.3 2161.4 2.19 -8.3 8.3 70.9 0.403
Rich Elliott