Over the weekend, I watched two shooters scope themselves – that is, the recoil of the firearm pushes the scope back into head, above the eyebrow – generally cutting the head open. Scope Bite looks nasty, but is easy to avoid.
This came about by it becoming ‘acceptable practise’ over the course of many years in New Zealand. There is no-where else that I am aware of, in the world that considers this a good practise. Either closed and ready to shoot, or empty.
Well the roar is nearly upon us, so I reckon it’s a good time to bang the drum for safety again, but this time I want to share a few ideas that expand on the tired old refrain of ‘always positively identify your target beyond all doubt’.
So when faced with the shits at the beginning of your tramp what should you do?
Firearms Safety isn’t just about knowing the 7 Basic Rules of Firearms Safety, nor is it about remembering just enough to pass the multi-choice questionnaire that is a requirement of getting a firearms license in New Zealand. It’s about making a commitment to maintain a high standard of firearms handling and safety at all times. One of the keys to this, is learning and reinforcing good habits when handling firearms.
You need to get some good hearing protection and wear it. Always.
Essentials LINK – Hunter Safety During the Roar The Roar is one of the busiest times in the NZ Bush for hunters, for obvious reasons – this article is a good overview of the considerations and conversations you should be having before you head out – especially if you are heading out in a group. LINK…
A friend brought up an interesting point when we were last out tramping. There was a group of us and one guy had an army-style molle pouch attached to his hip-belt containing his survival kit. Now I can appreciate the desire to have a 2nd line containing all the necessities for when you drop-pack and wander…
Pure evil blisters which when they rupture can bring you to your knees in pain with a cry which will scare away any wildlife in a 3 km radius.
It’s the one time of year where a pile of testosterone fueled males chase around after another bunch of testosterone males in the bush.