About Ed Hale

I am an avid hunter with rifle and Bow and have been hunting for more than 50 years. I have taken big game such as whitetail deer, red deer, elk, moose, buffalo, Russian boar and African Plains game such as Kudu, Gemsbok, Springbok, Blesbok, and Impala and wrote an ebook entitled African Safari -Rifle and Bow and Arrow on how to prepare for a first safari. Ed is a serious cartridge reloader and ballistics student. He has earned two degrees in science and has written hundreds of outdoor article on hunting with both bow and rifle. He lives in New Hampshire with his wife Susan. He is a Patriot Life Member of the NRA.

Grey Ghost of Africa

It was always a dream, a dream to hunt in Africa. My childhood memories of stories told of danger and adventure drew me like a bee to honey. A while back in 2003, I was lucky enough to win a New Hampshire Wildlife Federation Auction to hunt with my son Jason in South Africa. We were on a Plains Game Hunt with rifles and Bow and Arrow. I had so much fun on that hunt that I wrote a book about it and things to do to prepare for such a hunt.  We hunted just outside of Danielskull, South Africa with Mount Carmel Safari’s. I was prepared to hunt with my .338 Winchester Magnum and 250 grain Nosler Partition Bullets and Jason hunted with my .270 Winchester with 150 grain Nosler bullets.

ruger 270 and 338

The Kudu story was one that was years in the making because I dreamed  of hunting the Grey Ghost of Africa long ago. It is what I came to Africa for!kudu for web

It was nearly sunset on the plains and near my favorite watering hole.

sunset at Ed's favorite hide

An hour earlier I had taken a large bull Red Hartebeest with Bow (another story). I wanted to take a greater kudu with bow too if possible and had my Ruger M77 Bolt Action .338 at the ready as well.

It was 6:15 PM and only about 20 minutes of shooting light left. The skyline was turning purple as it attempted to hold the blackness of night from crushing what daylight we had left.

We had been hunting and observing in this hide for several hours. I was going stir crazy as I had a very respectable bull Hartebeest we had arrowed and checked on earlier, but knowing that in the last twinkles of light that we had left, sometimes the largest and most cunning of game species venture out when they think it is finally safe to drink. I poked my head into all the nooks and crannies looking outside for any approaching game. Nothing there! I looked out another break in the grass wall. Nothing there! The last place to look was through our back door. As I did, I froze… Unfortunately the door was swung open and a huge Kudu could be seen at 40 yards approaching the water. My guide Jonam reached out and closed the door enough so we would not be seen. At 30 yards we could not see the Kudu, he was coming in on our blind side. All of a sudden there was an earth shattering roar. “ROOOF, ROOOF, ROOOF!” A Lion? No, it was the kudu!  We were had! The kudu is the second largest antelope on the African Plains, he was more than 600 pounds on the hoof. Like an Elk he swapped ends and high stepped it to about 150 yards to a small hill. We kept silent and watched him with awe.  His head was visible above the brush and sky lined in the fading purple. His spiral horns were silhouetted as if to showcase the magnificence of the nearly three perfect curls.That image was forever etched into my brain!  I grabbed the .338 in case he steps clear of brush. I had my Leupold VX-2 atop the Ruger .338. I was amazed at how clearly I could see and do not know to this day what magnification I may have set in those fleeting moments, probably 3x which is my normal setting. One thing was for sure, I had enough adrenaline in my blood stream that, to this day, I can play those moments in my head like it was yesterday.

In a whisper to Jonam, “If he steps out so can get a clear shot, I’ll take it!” I held on the kudu so long perhaps 30 seconds that my arms began to shake. The gun and my arms felt like lead. I held that rifle for what seemed like eternity  Seconds passed like cold maple syrup off a spoon. Finally, in desperation for a shot, I braced the rifle on the metal frame of the hide. “For Petes sake, step forward”, I mumbled, or something like that. No sooner did I  think it that he stepped forward, one step, two steps. Ok I have a clear shot.

As the crosshairs of my Leupold scope touched the chest, I squeezed crisply. “KABOOM!”  I worked the bolt as fast as I could and put another round in the chamber.  I shouted, “I can’t see him; I can’t see him.”  In the fading light I put the safety back on.  We pile out the back door and Jonam was scanning with binoculars.  Jonam shouted: “He’s up… er, no, he went down.”  As the last light was swallowed by the African night, we realized that we did not have a flashlight with us. Luckily, Jonam did have a two way radio, so we radioed for assistance.  Sitting there in the pitch-black darkness I mused that I always seem to shoot animals when I don’t have a flashlight; how on earth could I have forgotten a flashlight from the planning list?

Jonam was sure the kudu had moved to the right, so when Jason and his tracker “Jim” arrived, Jason set out with his penlight. Not sure where the kudu had fallen, Jonam assured me that if I hit him with the .338 where I said I did; it was only a matter of locating him. As we began to search, we crisscrossed the spot that Jonam saw him last, all looking for blood spoor.  “None here,” I said.  “Nope, none here,” chimed in Jonam.  We went back to where I thought I shot him.  “He is somewhere here, Dad. We will find him.” Jason encouraged.  “I can’t understand it; I believe that I hit him well,” I said as we went back to where I thought I shot him. Denied visual confirmation, my heart began to sink, when suddenly a whooping sound arose from Jonam and Jim, who had found the kudu not 20 yards from where he had been hit. It was a double-lung hit, a bit high but that is hunting.  We high fived each other, and then it occurred to me to tell Jason my other great news; “I have a red hartebeest down over there that I shot with my bow earlier.”  “You what!  WAHOO!” was Jason’s response. And then I began to relax… a little.

 

It took all four of us to load the kudu and red hartebeest on the back of the Toyota Land Cruiser Pickup.  Jason and I rode in the back with the game.  As we headed out of the bushveld in the darkness, the stars were so bright and clear that we could reach out and touch them.  The spiral arm of the “Milky Way” galaxy pointed the way back to camp.  As we bumped along, with a soft cool African wind in my face high atop the Toyota, my right hand was holding the ivory kudu horn tip to keep it from banging into metal.  Jason was sitting to my left.  I accomplished my dream to take a fine kudu and hunt with my son in Africa.  The hunt could have ended there and then. My kudu dream was fulfilled; I said a quiet prayer in thanksgiving.  When we got back we celebrated, and celebrated some more over a crackling campfire. This is but one of several exciting hunts in my e-book African Safari -Rifle and Bow and Arrow.  Come with me and Jason, hop on a 747 with us and go on Safari.

Some suggest that the Second Amendment is no longer needed. Read On

New Hampshire Rifleman are not just hunters and shooters. We are Patriots with the blood of our forefathers running freely through our veins. It is with this intent that I share this story with you as a New Hampshire Rifleman, hunter, Patriot and believer in the Constitution of the United States of America.

This video below was sent by a friend and reminded me that tyranny happens when government is corrupt as it did in this true video reenactment at the end of World War II.

The Battle of Athens: Restoring the Rule of Law

It was our Soldiers, Marines, Army, and Navy that came home to rampant government corruption in Tennessee at the end of WW II. It seems that a powerful politician named Cantrell emerged and he placed folks in power so that he could dominate the landscape with beatings and intimidation. It was voting time again.  It was about the ballot box, you see. Just a simple box with votes cast in it that can, in a heartbeat “change the balance of power” in every town city, state and nation in America and every freedom loving place on earth that uses it.

So the returning veterans had to contend with the corrupt system, so using the Ballot Box and the Voting system so the Vets set about to uncorrupt the political powers by voting them out of office.

The corrupt politician responded by sent in his sheriff and his, armed to the teeth, posse to take the ballot boxes and establish their own count back at the sheriff’s office. Watch it unfold below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5ut6yPrObw&list=PL120C35610F719BCD&index=2

Live Free or Die

 

Lewis and Clark Expedition’s Secret Rifle

Did you know that Lewis and Clark took an “air rifle” on their expedition. Yes a bona-fide air rifle. Here it is below. It is named the Girandoni Air Rifle, the secret part is so astounding that even New Hampshire Rifleman like me are truly amazed!

Girandoni Air Rifle

 

The rear stock was a canister that could be pumped up to 800 psi. The rifle had an under the barrel tubular magazine. The shooter could load as many as twenty-two  .46 caliber balls into the Magazine at once and that could be readily fed by pushing a spring fed breech lever to push a ball into the chamber, fired and have the sequence repeated all 22 shots in less than 30 seconds. The rifle could shoot as many as 40 shots without significant loss of velocity according the NRA Curator of the National Rifle Museum Senior Curator Phil Schreier.

The Rifle was designed in the late 18th Century for use originally by the Austrian Army but one of these found its way into the hands of Lewis and Clark in their expedition west from 1803 to 1806.  The curator points out that the large.46 caliber round balls could easily penetrate an inch of pine at distances of 100 yards.

Lewis and Clark, the curator continues, often met Indians along the trail west. L&C gave them gifts and at the same time “always” provided a demonstration of firepower with the quiet air rifle as a repeater, shooting many shots in just a moment or two.

Can you imagine what the Indians said to each other after such an overwhelming demonstration? 

It was this demonstration of sheer firepower that kept the members of Lewis & Clark expedition alive. The Indians and their Chiefs that were exposed to this Rifle made the assumption that all of the members of the expedition had this rifle. So even though the Indians far outnumbered the expedition, just the mere thought of the firepower brought forth by one rifle, kept the Indians  from overwhelming the expedition

Hear the Museum Curator in his own words by typing in the name of the rifle in a search engine and watch it. It is on u-tube Girandoni Rifle at the NRA museum. You will be amazed!

This air rifle may in fact be the most important rifle in the history of the United States.

A case of peace through superior firepower.

The Second Amendment is not for Deer Hunting!

A long time now retired deer hunter said to me a few weeks ago, as a result of Sandy Hook.

What do you need an Assault Rifle (AR) for? Continuing he said  “We no longer need that kind of firearm in today’s society.  You have your deer rifle, bolt action or single shot or 5 shot semi-auto. So quit it! That kind of rifle is not necessary, he emphatically stated.   It is strictly for military use he heatedly exclaimed! I said that the Second Amendment is not about deer hunting! I emphasized.

First, to correct everyone including me, the term AR does not stand for Assault Rifle, it stands for ArmaLite Rifle developed in the 1950’s. That is 60 years ago.

Secondly,civilian rifles are not Military Rifles, only the Military Rifle can be selected to shoot as a fully automatic rifle, a veritable battlefield machine gun if needed.  These are available to Police and Military personnel.

Today’s similar looking Rifle for general civilian use is not a machine gun, it shoots only when you pull the trigger. It is not an Assault Battlefield Rifle!

Just like the WW II semi-auto rifle M1 Garand used also in Korea. The Garand’s Semi-Automatic Action has been used by civilians for years for hunters,ranchers and the Civilian Marksmanship programs for 60 years and is no different exept for the larger clip

But if it has a large clip, it has the potential for mass killing. Right? Wrong! All guns can be made into mass killers by insane madmen! It is against the law to do this but it is done by criminals all the time.

Do you think a murderer with that kind of rifle is going to worry if the clip contains 30 rounds or 10 rounds? Do you think laws will restrict criminals from using such a large clip? If you do then I have a bridge to sell you!

The Second Amendment, our Forefathers foresaw,  gives citizens the right to be armed with the same weapons, as those who wish your family harm, can readily get. The Second Amendment is about preventing a tyrannic government from taking control as the British tried to do.  In 1775 it was the Brown Bess Flintlock a military rifle owned by citizens.  If the Criminal populations have access to large clip fed semi-auto non military rifles or more likely to have fully auto versions, then the Citizenry should too. Today our citizens are restricted to semi-automatic weapons as part of the Gun Control Act of 1968. 

Without a form of equal power to protect and defend your family and home and way of life from those who want to harm you, then the Second Amendment has no meaning.

 

 

Editorial -Problem and Solution to Gun Massacres

Access to all kinds of weapons have been part of our culture for centuries.

Why now? 

The Sandy Hook Tragedy is real. Children died and Teachers died, 26 in total. Parents and students across the country to some degree are still in shock. I understand that.

I am a parent of 2 boys and a grand parent to 7 grandchildren.

This is not a gun control issue.

THE PROBLEM

The problem is a society issue. You know it and I know it.

Guns have been in America since 1620 when the Mayflower landed. Bad guys, criminals, killers and rapists have guns and the law is meaningless to them.

Today in America, divorce is rampant, children are baby sat by violent video games, TV shows that kill human zombies, often without a Mom or Dad to make sense of it. Children are raised by single parents placing the child’s mental development at risk. By exposing them to Hollywood violence and extremely violent video games at a time when they have not yet established right from wrong and good from bad.  Today dinner is not at the dinner table, it is in front of TV and Video and Fast Food. Families no longer verbally communicate together. They text in three word sentences. The center of our society is the family. Its foundations are crumbling.

The common thread I have found in my research was that the killer was often a school/college student male  with a High IQ and already known to be mentally ill.

Schools and society in general covered up mental issues for social misfits.

These students and young adults did not have a moral compass, lack of church, ten commandments,absent was a way  to teach children to Do Good in the world.

Here is my solution:

Federal and State Government should provide significant financial marriage tax incentives for a husband and wife to stay married.

More personal parental moral responsibility – Attend your Church or Synagogue with your Family

State and private schools need better mental health evaluations for children and a way to get help for them quickly.

Local Programs that encourage exercise and outdoor experiences, camping, hiking, fishing, and with a Parent, Hunting with the intent of eating what they killed. Just take a walk in the Woods and Discover with your kids.

Enforce Laws on the books.

State Governments should allow prayer in school, and strictly regulate and enforce a moral code as to what is seen on TV and Video Games with public participation

Federal Government should be reduced in size and scope.

Federal Government should pay down its debt so there is less financial stress on the Parents and Children and Grand Children of America.

We need less of Obama and Biden to reduce stress.

 

 

 

 

 

Grandfathers 8mm Mauser and Lyman 2.5x Scope by Ovide Lamontagne

8mm mauser 1

As I mentioned, the 8mm Mauser I use to hunt was my grandfather’s rifle.  His name was Ovide R. Lamontagne and he started hunting on the northern end of Lake Umbagog in the early 1930’s.  He and his friends blazed and maintained the trails from which we still hunt today (and the trail on which I shot my most recent buck).  The reference to number 8 and so on is to certain places along the trail where he and his friends used to take stands or build “cachettes,” the French-Canadian word for “blinds.”

 

In 1954, my grandfather built a camp on the northern most end of Lake Umbagog.  Every year since 1955, our family and some friends have hunted these woods the week before Thanksgiving.  In fact, my dad has made it every year since 1955.  We access my grandfather’s trails right outside the back door of our Camp.  So, you can understand the bond I feel between his gun and the places where I hunt on Lake Umbagog.

 

His 8mm Mauser is a relatively light, bolt action rifle.  There is some fairly ornate etching in the metal work at the bottom of the trigger and the chamber.  At the end of the stock, there is a two inch black stock (not shown in this picture).  Apparently, my grandfather chipped or damaged the end of the stock, and being a dentist, he used dental molding to reconstruct the end of the stock.

 

In addition to the rifle itself, I use his Lyman Alaskan 2.5 X All-Weather scope with it.  The scope has very fine, almost imperceptible cross-hairs and a dot reticle in the middle of the sight.  I have included a picture of the original box in which we continue to store the scope.  When I first started hunting with this rifle in the late ‘80’s, I didn’t much care for the scope and brought the gun in to a gunsmith to see if I could change it out.  After he looked at the gun and the scope (which are in perfect working order), he said I was crazy because this scope is perfect for the great north woods  — and I must admit now that it is!

 

As you can see from the stock and the barrel, this gun needs to be refinished.  But I was told by that gunsmith that when I do refinish it, I should simply hang it on the wall or put it under glass and preserve it.  He said this gun is more valuable being preserved than being brought out into the woods.

 

Of course, I am not ready to “retire” this rifle.  This rifle continues to serve me well (as it did on November 13, 2012).  I also used it to shoot a 9 point 215 lb. buck in 1991, a 12 point 222 lb. buck in 2005 and the 12 point 244 lb. buck in 2012, in addition to a few eight and four pointers.

 

Most importantly, hunting with this gun reminds me of my grandfather, his friends and the traditions they handed down through the generations, so I am not ready to “hang it up” just yet!

First Rifles in America by Ed Hale

matchlock rifle

 

The Matchlock Rifle (Musket/Smooth bore) was invented in the 1400’s and was used in Jamestown, Va. in 1607. This rifle used a smoldering wick like fuse to impart a spark to black powder that was near the hole that enters the barrel to ignite a  larger charge of black powder and propel a lead ball from the barrel. The word “Lock” is used in early firearms as perhaps as a synonym for “mechanism”. This musket was not very reliable, and was superseded by the wheellock below. 

First Wheel Lock Musket

The first wheellock rifle-like firearm arrived in America with the Mayflower.  TheWheel-Lock Musket likely was owned by John Alden in 1620.. The Musket was a smooth-bore firearm and this one was discovered during a renovation of a home in Duxbury, Massachusetts in 1924. Click on the highlighted words for more details.  Later in the 1600’s, it was a home protection weapon, found, and kept loaded in a secret spot at the front door over the years and was forgotten. Black powder is the the propellant of a round lead ball and patch to hold the ball against the powder. The rifle is fired when the trigger is pulled releasing a spring loaded serrated wheel turns on the iron pyrite held against the wheel. The pyrite and wheel create sparks to ignite the black powder in a pan that connects to the powder charge behind the round lead ball.

This firearm is the only of its kind and is owned by the National Rifle Association and displayed in their museum in Virginia. Technology changed slowly back then. A flintlock came on the scene in the early 1700’s below.

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The First flintlock musket was the .75 caliber “Brown Bess“, perhaps receiving the brown from the metal acid wash that turned the metal a brown color. See web links. The term “Bess” may have come from its predecessor, the Arquebus or perhaps Blunderbus .  It was an imported smooth-bore rifle that was widely used by colonists and  militia men of the 1750’s to 1800’s. It was accurate to about 80 yards or so. The colonists used a long-standing version called the Long Land Pattern. Rifles of this type were kept as a pattern to make additional rifles. The weight was around 10.5 pounds.  It had no rear sight and the bayonet lug near the bore was used as the front sight. It was a good wild game getter of its time and used by its citizens to hunt and protect the home and town. The continental army depended on citizen militiamen to bring their own Brown Bess rifle and ammo to fight the British during the Revolution. Colonists used the rifle in battle by placing more than one ball in the bore and often used additional smaller balls. The load and shoot time for the Brown Bess was 2 to 3 times a minute. The British were not happy with such barbaric practices as to load many balls like a shotguns double O Buck on their soldiers

My Cousin Colonel Nathan Hale, commander of the Second NH Regiment used the Brown Bess in fighting the British at Lexington and Bunker Hill during the Revolutionary war and is chronicled in the book Saratoga, by Richard Ketchum first published in 1997. My 6th great grandfather Nathaniel Hale inherited his father’s “Brown Bess” in Newbury Massachusetts and used it as his protection weapon and hunting rifle in Falmouth, Maine.

Prior to the American Revolution an evolution in firearms was taking place where German immigrants in Pennsylvania were tooling the bore of muskets making grooves called rifling, one rifle at a time.

This allowed the bullet to spin thus providing stability and accuracy out to 200 to 300 yards. They were made in Pennsylvania for use on the Kentucky frontier and called the Kentucky Long Rifle .

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The first true rifle that began to be built in the 1740’s one by one by German Craftsmen. The detailed carvings, storage compartments, and accoutrements (to equip) of this rifle were scrolled metal work on the stock adding to the beauty of this fine rifle made with birds-eye or tiger maple. This rifle was capable of 300 yard accuracy and was enhanced with the advent of the cap-lock rifle and elongated Mini-Ball in the 1800’s. It was this rifle, in flint or cap-lock that began the romance of wood and steel  to be made into artwork that is sought after by many rifleman and hunters and collectors today that love a wooden stock. Today the most popular early rifles of this period are the Hawken Flintlock or Caplock Rifle and the Kentucky Long Rifle which is so often romanticized in stories of Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone. Today there are both collectors and shooter that relive and re-enact the past with these rifles in hand. I thoroughly enjoy the history that surrounds them. Rifles are part of America’s founding heritage and essential to maintaining freedom as well as home protection and sport. Over the next 100 years there were numerous advances we will see in the guns that Won the West, their use in hunting for food, protection and the military.

Since the invention of the rifle some 400 -500 years ago, military rifle applications were always the driving force for rifle improvements. The benefits were seen in civilian use, marksmanship and hunting as well as home protection.

Ovide’s Shut-Out Streak Ends – Wow!

After six shut out years in a row, I am pleased to report that the “streak” ended at 9:00 am Tuesday morning, November 13, 2012 between number 7 and 6 behind the Camp.

It was a rainy morning and I decided to hunt out back with plans to come in around lunch time to put on dry clothes for an expected and predicted clearer afternoon weather-wise and to hunt up high.  It was raining so hard early in morning that I delayed my departure until about 7:15 am.

I started from the road at number eight and hunted slow, sure and steady.  I thought of how my brother Paul had shot a pretty big buck just behind the Camp by taking it slow.  I also thought of my grandfather and his buddies who so many years ago blazed and maintained these trails and the many hunters, now long gone, who had likewise hunted along these trails.  Alas, I digress….

Just before 9:00 am, I was walking slowly along the trail through the rainy woods which were drenched with such sound that it masked any noise made by man or beast.

Movement caught my peripheral vision at about 45 degrees to my left side.  As I turned my head, all I could see was a rack and a big body walking quickly and deliberately through the woods.  I raised my grandfather’s 8mm Mauser and looked for an opening and although there was pretty thick brush in my scope, I decided to fire as soon as I could see the body of the deer.

As soon as the rack and body came into my scope, I fired but didn’t see a flag or anything.  I paused for a moment, heard nothing and started walking toward where I thought he was.  Sure enough I saw the big body on the ground, but his head was up and he was clearly alive thrashing his thick neck and head made heavy from the rack adorning it.  I watched for what seemed like forever, thinking he would expire momentarily, but as soon as his eye met mine, he became even more agitated and I decided that I should show mercy, which I did, with the second and final shot.

Of course, at that moment, I was filled with a rush of emotion and thought of all of you, among others.  This has been a long dry spell and so this one’s for you!

 

Marc helped me with my ATV drag the buck to Monty’s waiting truck just beyond the driveway into the Lawrence camp and we registered it at River’s Edge in Oquossoc.  According to the owner, it is a 12 point, 244 lbs. buck and I believe is now the new record.  (I will leave it up to the Camp historians to confirm this)!

Monty drove me back with the buck yesterday afternoon, as I am leaving for a week in Florida with Bettie early tomorrow morning (she deserves it!).  I hope the other stalwarts left behind (Gerry, Marc, Denis and Ron) are successful.  Either way, now that I have my life back, I am already looking forward to the 2013 Sacred Week!

All the best,

Ovide