Actually, I had
two such rifles, both accurate as all get out. And, believe it or not, neither one was what you would call fancy or exotic. Both would probably be considered a proverbial "plain Jane" of firearms.
One was a Ruger M77 Bicentennial model in .30-06. It was my favorite deer and elk rifle. My youngest son, Paul, always loved that rifle and I promised him that when it was time for me to cross over that eternal bridge, he could have it.
Then, one day, I figured...why the heck should I let him wait for that rifle? Who knows?...I could be around for another 50 years! Let him enjoy it
now. So, when he was old enough to leave the nest, I let him keep that rifle to use for the next elk hunt and for all the other hunts in his life where he needed a good, solid, accurate rifle.
Then, I acquired a Ruger Hawkeye Compact in .243 to replace my aught six. Inasmuch as I was getting older and had had some shoulder surgery done, I was looking for a nice little deer rifle that didn't have as much recoil.
The .243 was perfect and shot like a dream...with
factory ammo to boot! Also, I found that its smaller size made it a perfect saddle gun.
Then, Paul's son, Brig, finally became old enough for his first deer hunt. He passed his Hunter Safety course with flying colors and was looking forward to the Coues deer season there in Arizona. I figured that little .243 Hawkeye Compact would be perfect for him, so I let him use that for his first hunt. As luck would have it, he dropped a nice little buck at over 200 yards with a perfect shot to the "boiler room."
He called me that night and said, "Grandpa, I hope you don't mind, but you're never going to see that rifle again."
So, there you have it. Yep, I lost two of my very favorite deer rifles, but, truth be told...I really don't mind a bit. In fact, I'm glad that two of my favorite people own those guns now and, even more importantly,
use those guns.
Paul and Brig with what was formerly my .243 Ruger Hawkeye Compact.