This one isn't about a client of mine , but goes back to when I was 13 and on a caribou & moose hunt in Northern BC, up the Sukunka River, East of Chetwind.

After a long day's ride from the trail head to camp we got out our rifles and dried them off. The guide, Otto Elden, an elf of an old German woodsman, sized us up, my dad and me. I had my FN action 7mm Wby/3-9 Leupold, and my dad had his old Win Mdl 70, '06/Weaver K4...the only rifle he ever owned or used all his life.

The head Cree Indian scout, Dolphus Callieu, looked at us and let out a 'Humph...pretty handle on that gun", my Weatherby.
"can you shoot?" A target was set up about 80 yards down river, the farthest open area around.

My dad started off with the first shot. We walked down to the target and found he had hit 1 1/2" high, just right! It was my turn, and I let fly with my shot. We walked down again. Upon looking at the target Dolphus grew uneasy and said "you missed whole target...thought you could shoot"! I skulked back to camp to tend to my tender young ego...I just couldn't have missed the whole target, but there was the proof.

Later at the campfire Otto picked up the target; a wry smile overtook his face, and he handed the target to Dolphus. Dolphus almost fell into the fire after inspecting the target and said "sumofabeech...same hole!" I was vindicated..........

The second day out on the hunt my dad and I shot two very nice woodland caribou right together at 300 yards. Dolphus counted to three and we squeezed off a fraction of a second apart. Two caribou lurched, ran a few yards and it was over.
Not one for wasting words, Dolphus said "OK, you can shoot".

Then, in a burst of prose Dolphus opened up and asked if we knew what a moose was. He went on to explain..."them guys what was going out when you came in...them Texans...them guys couldn't shoot 'n didn't know what a moose was!" He then clammed up. Back at camp I asked Otto what Dolphus was getting at, about "them Texans"? Otto doubled over in laughter and grabbed my arm, led me about 40 yards off into the alder and showed me a dead horse. Seems that one of "them Texans" had shot it out from under Dolphus the morning before we arrived in camp...hollering to all within earshot that he had gotten his moose...!