Hunter Stories

Two seniors of our hunting club started their hunting training before the war in areas that are now part of Ukraine. After the war, together with their families, they left for the west with one repatriation transport and settled in a new place in the neighborhood. Their families were very friendly. A general idyll.
Everything looked different when they were going together to hunt. If in the field hunt they drew neighboring positions, then the row was certain. If they shot the hare together, they were arguing about who hit him first, who was the right shot, and whose shot was deadly. Someone looking from the side, he would think it was two fierce enemies.

For the first partridge hunting season in the season I made a large stock of ammunition. In our area there was a very good condition of partridges.
There were also quite often a herd of quails, which could then be hunted. Early in the morning, we met at the gathering place with other hunters, we determined where, who and with whom we would hunt and went ahead. Father Adam and me and our sister were joined by a friend Adam with a young dog - Reksem. He wanted his dog to be trained to hunt with bitch.

The personal elaboration of the shotgun ammunition was not complicated. It was enough to be careful when pouring powder, so as not to add a double dose.

It never happened to me when I made ammunition for my father. But a few years later, by myself (so far I have no idea how it happened), I made spare shells for partridges, forgetting to pour in (about half of them) gunpowder. I cursed the next day, when the pellets ejected from the hull only with the force of the explosion burst into the barrel. In addition, I hunted in a foreign wheel, as an invited guest, and this time, I was the object of ridicule and tricks from colleagues.

When I turned 16, my father came to the conclusion that it was time for me to start hunting myself, naturally under his supervision (it was not in accordance with the regulations in force, but in those days some of the hunters' sons started this way). Somewhere he bought, or got from one of his colleagues an old, Russian duel, "Iż", cal. 16. To this was added a large amount of Russian brass scales and primers of the "Berdan" system (the difference between this ammunition and the modern one is based on this that the primer's anvil is located in the shell and not in the primer, and the primer itself is flat). In addition, there was still a large can of black powder smoke. The loading of the cartridge was carried out in the same way as before, with ammunition for the father's shotgun, with one small difference.

Being still a student, I liked the beginning of August the most during the summer holidays. It was the beginning of the bird hunting season.
From the first of August it was possible to hunt for ducks, and these were not lacking in the marshes of the Oder. Before the season I helped my father in the elaboration of ammunition, and then I was granted the honor that it was my independent duty, without paternal supervision. At that time, the supply of powder, primers and small pellets improved so much that you did not have to reckon with any art of ammunition. Throughout August I accompanied my father in every "duck" hunt. There were a lot of ducks. Launching two or more ammunition packs at the rounds was not a problem. My father was good at the "pen". In others, the effects were different, sometimes according to the formula "one pack - one duck".