The thing about cars is that they have terrible ballistics. Although there's a lot of imports out there that will mushroom nicely, it's tough to get good penetration with one. The cost per round is pretty high, too. And of course, there's always the debate over whether or not high beams constitute fair chase.
[ This Message was edited by: expatriate on 2003-02-20 22:00 ]
The problem with those old, heavy calibers is that while they may be good at crashing through brush, they tend to be awfully slow and tough to use accurately. But you're right, though -- they're easier to reload and the brass is heavy enough that you can keep re-sizing it almost indefinitely.
Which do you think would have more advantages: something with a large meplat like a '67 Chevy pickup, or a flatter-shooting round like a '73 Buick?
Boy that is a tough choice. On the one hand the pickup would be nice, raising your line of sight and lessening the chance of a bugger coming into your lap. On the negative side, it is a chevy...
On the other hand, a 73 Buick Riviera has miiillless of metal where it counts. This vehicle single handedly could wipe out platoons of deer mercs and still be ready for several more rounds. Plus chicks dig '73 buicks, especially if you mount steer horns on the hood.
[ This Message was edited by: bitmasher on 2003-02-26 22:01 ]
I believe Road Kill is illegal here as well but couldn't find the link to it.
When I lived in Alaska there was actually a list you could put your name on to get road kill. My dad found this out when he saw a Moose get hit and fish and game came out to have a look. Since the Moose could walk they wouldn't kill it even though they had a good idea it wasn't going far. So that night on his way home my dad went back and looked, sure enough the cow had only gone out in the woods about 150 yards and laid down and could not get back up so he called fish and game back and they came out and shot the cow. My dad asked if he could have the meat and was told there was a list he had to get his name on.
He waited for the person on the list to come out to see if he could help and maybe get some meat. The guy showed up with a paring knife and a pocket knife to get the moose. My dad said it was hiliarious and scary all at the same time. Needless to say the guy needed help and we got half the Moose, the kept us in moose meat for awhile.
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I could see the small band of mule deer picking their way towards me through the sagebrush 800 plus yards away. With my 10 power binoculars I spotted a legal buck bringing up the tail. I dropped down and crouched behind a large chunk of sage just waiting for them to pass within range. Unfortunately, they stopped and began milling around before finally settling down, with a few of them laying down right out in the open. They were not going to come to me; if I wanted any closer, I'd...