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Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 2-7-11

Mad Jack Hanks
Wellington, Colo.

When I answered the phone last Wednesday morning I found an excited grandson. It was Gavin, my oldest at 15 calling from their home in Glade Park, Colo.

“Hi Grandpa, guess what?”

“What?” I asked.

“I just shot a coyote at 150 yards with open sights on the gun and I hit him right in the neck.”

“Wow, that was some kind of a shot. Were you using your new varmint gun?” I asked.

“No sir, I shot him with my dad’s old lever action .30-30!”

To say I was impressed would be shallow. Gavin had taken competitive shooting in 4-H and I knew him to be a pretty fair shot, but this? WOW! I spoke with his dad and we were going back in time some 26 years ago when he was just one year older than his son is now.

“Andy, do you remember when I bought you that gun because we were moving to Colorado and would be ranching in big game country?”

“Yep.”

“Do you remember that first time you and I went deer hunting on the ranch and we hadn’t gone a couple of minutes from the house and spotted that big ol’ muley buck down on the creek?”

With a little “laff” … “Yep!”

“We got out and you shot at that big ol’ buck four or five times from 75 yards with that 30/30 and missed every time and yet the ol’ buck stood his ground.”

“Yep.”

“I finally hit him in the spine with my .30-06 and knocked him down. ‘Member that?’ ”

“Yep.”

“Well son, I reckon it’s a good thing you didn’t teach that boy everything you knew about shootin’ that particular gun or he wouldn’t have hit within 10 yards of that coyote! He, he, he,” I scoffed.

Andy also saw the humor in my presentation of the facts and we both “laffed” a little together.

It was only three years ago that Andy’s wife, Kristi, shot and killed a coyote at 100 yards with a .357 pistol. There was a baby calf at the corrals and Mr. Coyote was thinking about a big breakfast if he could get away with it. He couldn’t. Coyotes are always a danger around some livestock or foul and it’s darn sure okay to kill them on sight around your place.

I spotted one running through the pasture early this morning and ol’ Clancy, the wonder dog, was askin’ permission to give chase but she didn’t get it. As a sidebar, I read in today’s paper where the feds in Colorado are trying to eliminate “the plague” as to save the prairie dogs from extinction. They are testing new drugs sprayed down into the hole to kill the fleas that carry the plague. That’s all we need now is to have absolutely no way to eliminate those pesky dogs without spending a huge fortune to clean them off the farm or ranch. Nature takes care of this sort of thing and the plague is what works the best. But no, we got to go and mess with Mother Nature so we can feel good about ourselves. You folks know how I feel about rattlesnakes and prairie dogs and if you didn’t, you do now. If you remember, we had a young horse get snake bit this summer and so did one of my neighbors. No good! No good!

So, I ask you to stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c ya’ll,

all ya’ll.


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