Back when I was a young man, 20 or 21, I was out hunting Deer in Tennessee. I ran into an old man sitting in a wheel chair, at a power line cut. The old man had a card table sitting in front of him and shooting bags on the table. He had him a 30-06 rifle sitting on the table. I asked him what he planned on doing. He said I plan on shooting a Deer this evening when the Deer come out. I asked "How are you going to get close enough". He said "I'm close enough, if one comes out. That power line cut was 40 yards wide, and about 800 yards to the other end. I laughed, thinking this old man is dreaming. I was wrong, but I only had my life experiences to go by, and my Dad and Uncle had always told me you could not hit anything beyond 100 yards. Later that evening I heard one lone shot. I walked back the way I had gone in, and as I passed the spot where the old man had been sitting, I could see people working out in the cut between 500 and 600 yards away. I went home and told my Dad and he refused to believe it.
Now everybody back there will tell you shots are usually 40 yards. That is what I was taught all my life, up to that point. I remember seeing Deer up on the hillside at my Uncle's house, and thinking it sure would be nice to be able to hit that thing from here. I would mention it and my Dad and Uncle would laugh, saying "No body can shoot that far. I believed them.
I got reassigned to Alaska, where I was more or less a hunting guide for high level VIPs, military and Civilian. I took these high level officials on hunting trips. There was one Navy Admiral that I just could not stand, but I had to play the game. One evening we saw a bunch of Caribou from camp. This Admiral took a shot at the herd, hitting one. He had gut shot it and it was getting away. I did not want to see this animal get away to die a slow death. I laid down and placed my .308 across a log. I raised my cross-hairs just above the animals back and took the shot. A totally wild guess, Caribou fell. Later stepped it out, just over 700 yards. After returning to the base I would tell people about it and few would believe me saying nobody can shoot that far.
Years later I was stationed in New Mexico. I hunted with a bunch of old men who were crippled up and not able to walk far or do any strenuous activity. Did not take long for me to realize the only reason I was invited along was to do the heavy lifting and to help them mount their horses each morning. One day we were riding and a Mule Deer jumped up out about 600 yards away. One of the old guys (Burlie Beller) threw his rifle up and bam, one dead deer. I talked to him later that evening and found out his Grandpa and Pa had been Buffalo Hunters. They also found out that after they had shot a few Apaches out at 700 and 800 yards the Indians stayed away from their ranch. Burlie told me his father had taught him to shoot Deer and Antelope at long ranges when he was a kid. Out on the flat Toularosa Basin if you could not shoot at long ranges you went hungry. At this time my hunting partner Norm and I would go out shooting Jack Rabbits every weekend. I used a .22 Remington Pump. No one told me I could not shoot jacks out at 150 yards with my .22, so I started hitting them on a reguler basis at that range. Then One day Norm brought his .22-250. That is when I realized I had been shooting all the jacks. Norm complained I never gave him a chance, he could not understand how I could hit a running jack at 125 to 150 yards with a .22. I had just learned how much I needed to hold over at that range, just an educated guess you could say.
About that time I started seeing articles and films about Carlos Hathcock and other Viet Nam era snipers. Carlos Hathcock showed his Sniper Rifle. A pre 64 Winchester bolt action rifle. Looked just like what you see in the field being carried by Deer hunters nationwide.
I moved back to Alaska in 1985. Many times while above tree line the wife and I would see Caribou, Moose, Bears, or Wolves, out beyond 500 yards. Many times they would be at ranges of 700 to 800 yards. Totally unaware of our presence, and in position for a perfect shot if only I could shoot at that range. The wife often asked why I did not shoot them, she could not understand why they were too far. Then I met a bunch of older men who had blinds set up on hill sides above the head waters of rivers in the area. These guys were shooting Moose and Bears at ranges of 400 to 700 yards. They had their rifles sited in to be dead on at a particular clearing below them. If the Moose walked out in clearing A, they shot it with rifle A. If it was clearing C, they used rifle C. They had five clearings and five rifles. Nothing was ever changed on these rifles. Today this group still does it that way, and has changed nothing since I met them.
I started shooting a pack of Wolves one day with a semi-auto .223. As the Wolves ran away I noticed my shots falling short in the snow. So I raised my aim point that much above the Wolf and the next shot would connect. So by trail and error I began to see how my trajectory worked on the rifle I was shooting. I started doing research on my favorite hunting rifle at the time, a Ruger M-77 in .338 Win Mag. I figured my 225gr Nosler bullet was about 45 to 48 inches low at 500 yards.
We were driving out a trail one morning in the track rig when a Big Bull Moose jumped up. One of the guys in the rig jumped out shooting he had it. So we waited for him to shoot. He made a horrible gut shot at 40 yards. Moose got away. I was so disgusted with the shooter, I refused to help them chase it down. I crawled up on top of the track rig and sat down. These guys ran off to the East chasing this Bull. As I sat there I saw movement to the North, and realized the Bull had cut back on them. There it stood, humped up, a long way off. The young man that was sitting with me was a surveyor. I asked him to give me an estimate on the range to the Bull. He said he thought it was 500 yards or close to it. I got out my rifle and a varmint rest. I set up on the roof of the rig while standing in the bed. I guessed about four ft above where I wanted the bullet to hit, and took the shot. Moose went down kicking.
Later that year after snow fall my buddy Chuck and I were riding snow machines in the same area. I spotted two Wolves stalking a Caribou cow and calf. I shot one at about 120 yards with my Handi 30-06. Chuck missed the other one, with his .222 Mag. Chuck shot seven more times but never made a hit, as the Wolf ran away. The Wolf made it to the top of the hill and sit down looking at us. Chuck started cussing it as it sat there. Then the Wolf got up and stretched. I told Chuck, "Hay it's knows it's safe and it's making fun of you". Chuck turned red, he walked over and grabbed my rifle out of my hand. Chuck looked at me and said, "The army taught me to kill a man at a thousand yards with a 30-06. I still think I can do it". Chuck sat down and used my snowmachine seat as a rest. Chuck took the shot and the Wolf went over backwards. (I've since ranged it with a GPS, and it ranged out to 1010 yards). I thought if Chuck can make that kind of a shot then I can do it too.
I started doing research. I looked at Cartridges, trajectories, velocities, energies, and what rifles could make that kind of a shot consistently. I started out with my 30-06, then discovered it did not have the energy after 500 to 600 yards to knock down anything bigger than a Wolf. I then went to my 7MM Mag, again decided there just was not the energy left once it got there beyond 700 yards. But talk about practice. I shot almost every day for two to three hours, using everything from a .22RF to my .338 Win Mag. I shot the .243, the 350s, the 45-70, everything I owned, to find out how far they would shoot accurately. I kept coming back to the 30-06 and the .338 Win Mag. I read more and more on long range shooting, and Snipers. At this time a close friend in Florida took me to meet some friends of theirs at the Special Operations Command. These are the elite shooters in the military. I did a lot of talking with them, and they allowed me to try out many of their weapons. I decided on the .338 Lapuia Mag. These guys swear by the .338 bullet. These guys also sold me on the Night Force Scope. Spendy but the best in their book, and I totally agree. With them price is no object, they get the best. That's what I wanted.
That year when I came home I decided to buy an Armalite AR-30 in .338 Lapuia Mag. I messed up and waited too long to purchase the gun. When I was ready to buy all that the dealers had were sold out, and Armalite had quite selling to the general public. Everything was going to the big sand box. One of the Navy Seals had told me about the .338/378 Weatherby. It is the next cartridge above the Lapuia. He had said he was wanting to shoot it and compare it to the Lapuia. So when I could not get the AR-30, I went to Sportsman's Warehouse and took a look at the Weatherby Accumark. I liked the gun a lot better than the Armalite, so I bought the Weatherby. I have never regretted it one minute either.
It's been a long process working up loads, breaking in a new barrel, finding rings and bases that would hold a two pound scope under recoil. Then shooting at long ranges working up my distance charts, and dialing the scope. Keeping records of trajectories at all the different ranges from 50 to 600 yards. At first that was my maximum range, 600 yards. Beyond that I sometimes missed the gallon jug, so practice and more practice. Then I got comfortable with 700 yards and soon I was out to 800 yards. A confirmed kill (meaning I hit the milk jug every shot) at 800 yards. A gallon milk jug is about the size of a Moose heart, that's my target.
It felt so good when I shot that Moose at 787 yards, one shot. Then the following year I shot the Grizzly at 620 yards. I made three shots on the Grizzly, but every one was a killing shot. Grizzlies take a while to go down usually, and you keep shooting till they are down.
Now you new guys understand my quest for long range shooting. Some of the problems I had to overcome, and all the hard work and practice I have gone through. Today I am shooting my Weatherby and hitting milk jugs at 1200 yards. I never intend to shoot anything other than milk jugs past 1000 yards, but I like to know I could do it if I needed to.
But the best shot I ever made, the one that I will remember the rest of my life. My Dad, My Uncle, and I were sitting on the carport at my uncle's house one evening. My Uncle says, "Look up yonder on the hillside at that big buck". There stood a big Whitetail Buck with his lip curled up, smelling the wind. I got up and went to my Dad's truck. I got out my TCR in 7mm Mag. I rested across the hood of my Dad's truck, and took the shot. Deer jumped straight up, then took off running hard. About 20 yards later it fell. My Dad and my Uncle just sat there with their mouths open. That Deer had been in the same place they had always told me was too far away to shoot. 640 Yards.