Enter to win 5 boxes of 308 Win 150 gr GMX® Superformance® from Hornady ($267.65 value and 100 rounds)

Source: Hornady.com

Hornady has partnered with TheFirearmBlog.com to give you the opportunity to win 5 boxes (100 rounds) of 308 Win 150 gr GMX® Superformance®! Bonus entry points will also be given away so make sure to share this giveaway with your friends!

Prize: 5 boxes (100 rounds) of 308 Win 150 gr GMX® Superformance®

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3. Comment below and tell us about your most memorable hunting story
Giveaway ends on December 13, 2015. One winner will be chosen the week of January 4th. Make sure you read the giveaway terms and conditions before you enter.

UPDATE: Steve U won the competition. Thanks for entering.

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  • Don Ward

    Got my one entry submitted. Come on baby, need some chow to feed my Tikka!

    • Another Tikka fan 🙂 Many of the TFB Staff are as well, myself included.

  • DrewN

    $2.67 a round for .308? Hell, Powershock will group at MOA for me for alot less. And Gold Medal 168/175’s are what? A little over a buck each?

    • ostiariusalpha

      The GMX are solid gilding metal bullets, which explains a lot about the price difference over the Power-Shok. Those Superformance rounds are going to be about 100 ft/sec faster from a long barrel than the inexpensive Federal cartridges also. It does seem a bit ridiculous to go to that kind of expense for enhanced performance when you can just buy a .30-06.

      • Yep, I buy this in 7mm-08. Expensive … but its good stuff and I don’t use that many hunting rounds each year.

  • Frederick Burdine

    Always welcome the chance to win some prime ammo. Been some time since I’ve done any hunting. Guess the most memorable hunting event was back in my college days where a number of us got together on Thanksgivings Day.

  • Dave Jarrell

    My .308 is fantastic but my 5.7X28 is by far the best handgun I have ever used. It is dead on accurate and surpasses the performance of all of my other handguns. Its flat trajectory means I hit what I aim at even out to 200 yds.

  • Patriotic USVeteran1776

    Awesome, thank you for your generosity. one could never have enough or too much ammo.

  • Kris

    Thanks so much for sponsoring this. I use and love Hornady ammunition. As for the hunting story? I’d say it was mule deer hunting in WY with 2 friends. We all set up on mountain sides about 1 mile from each other. I was glassing the surrounding country and when bored started playing with my FRS radio. I saw a menu item called “Silent” and thought that might be a good idea. About an hour later I heard a BOOOM right behind me. Turns out it was one of my buddies. They had been watching a bachelor group with a HUGE buck come up right behind me. They tried to raise me on the radio but no response…so they took matters into their own hands and landed a big buck. Moral — silent mode means only YOU can initiate a conversation. WHOOPS!!

  • Drew Coleman

    Most memorable? Easily the one and only time I have been duck hunting.

    We get to our spot on the lake before dawn, 3 guys in a small boat (it was close to getting swamped…). We set out the decoys and deploy our net to cover us, and no ducks come anywhere near us. Well that sucks, oh well, let’s get back to the slip and go to work. Motor won’t catch. Shoot. We ended up paddling back 4.5 miles back to the slip with only one paddle between the 3 of us, and ended up being a few hours late to work. Certainly memorable.

  • SheriffJon

    I took my father-in-law duck hunting in the Pismo Dunes years ago. The ducks would often fly in the troughs of the dunes, especially if there were people around. I had managed to knock down a couple of birds and, seeing no others at the time, headed out to retrieve them. Picking up the ducks, i turned back toward Pop. He was strolling in my direction about a hundred yards away when I noticed two ducks coming up behind him. I waved at him and pointed at the ducks. He didn’t get the message. So, I yelled “Behind you! Ducks!” He hesitated, then looked around just to see the ducks blast right past him, headed in my general direction. By the time he got his shotgun up it was too late. As they drew near, I made the decision, mostly out of frustration, to one-hand my shotgun up and take a potshot. Both ducks dropped from a cloud of feathers about 30 yards away. I walked over to the trough an picked up the birds. As I arrived back on top, Pop arrived shaking his head. “I can’t believe you did that!”, he said. I replied, “Yeah, I know. Not exactly proper gun safety practice, huh?” “Well, I don’t know about that. I didn’t see any threat. But I saw a shot that nobody would ever believe. Made the whole trip worth while.” Pop was right, though. I told the story to a couple guys I’d hunted with for years. They both nodded and smiled and said, “YEAH, RIGHT!!!” followed by LOL. Dad has since passed but told the story to a number of folks who nodded and smiled.

  • Bill Rushmore

    I’m another Tikka fan. My daughter and I had the opportunity to hunt with my T3 .308 in Africa this year. The best part of the trip for me were the compliments we got for our shooting from the professional hunter. If you do your part that Tikka shoots very well!

  • Atlemt

    Sadly the only memory I have is always seeing turkey during deer season and deer during turkey season. One year Ill get to shoot a deer maybe.

  • Jeremiah W.

    This year was the first year in about 15 years that my disabled father was able to go hunting. we were both out in the blind morning and evening for the first three days. we saw insane amounts of deer and one afternoon we even watched a bobcat stroll through the family farm! he took a very nice 7 pointer, and i managed to get my first buck ever, a tiny spike 6 point. best hunting season in my life, and seeing my dad back out in the woods doing one of his favorite things made it my most memorable hunting trip ever.

  • lifetimearearesident

    My best hunting story is kind of odd. Like many others who occupy the 24hourcampfire board and other hunting oriented forums, I fell into getting the “perfect” hunting rifle. For me it was a stainless 700 in 308 with a fluted Hart barrel blueprinted and tuned by a well known gunsmith who had a great reputation in the benchrest community. All topped with a Leupold VX3 variable power scope. But there was always something missing. New calibers like the 7-08 popped up. New scopes were released year after year.. etc. etc. It never ended. And the money flowed and flowed.

    Then one day I had an epiphany. I was reading an article in the American Rifleman about the old 30-30 cartridge. They quoted some old guy who noted that he had gotten a deer every year for 30 years with his 30-30. Then I remembered the first centerfire rifle I ever fired. A 30-30 lever gun. And I thought a bit about my hunting experiences. Why did I go hunting? I realized that for me the best part about hunting wasn’t what I brought home at the end of the day. It was the experience of the 16 degree weather on opening day and even more so it was the experience of silence and isolation when I took my position in the field that morning. And of course the companionship of sharing opening day with some of my hunting friends.
    I realized the chase for the ultimate rifle while fun in some ways was not adding anything to my experience. So I called my gunsmith and ordered a Marlin 30-30 with a Leupold fixed 6x scope. He laughed a bit when I explained my thinking. Well I guess so he made a lot of money off of me when I was chasing the dream of the perfect rifle. But he was old enough to understand.
    So the next opening day I packed my 30-30 and went to meet my friends. When my friends father in law who owned the land we hunted saw my little 30-30 he did make some mildly negative comment about the rifle. I responded politely that it wasn’t the rifle it was the experience. Well I didn’t get a deer that day and neither did my friend’s FIL but as we were chatting around the fire after the hunt he started talking to me. He said he thought about what I said and concluded that I was right. Even though I brought nothing home it was the best hunting day ever.

  • ekimp252

    My grandson’s first turkey. Called the bird in, asked if he was ready. “Yes Sir”. Boom, he shot over the bird’s head and the bird hauled ass. ‘What happened?” I ask. “I missed”. We sat tight, called the bird back in and he didn’t miss the second time. Got the whole thing on video.

  • Drew

    Been taking my 10 year old daughter hunting with me for a few years, but never could get my teenage daughter to go. So, last year at Thanksgiving I’m getting my stuff together to go hunting and my older daughter decides she wants to go with us. So I load both my girls up and take them both to the treestand with me. It was bitterly cold for Tennesee that morning, and neither one of them was very keen on staying long. I decided it would be about their experience and we would leave once they got too cold. About 7:30 they were hitting their limit, and I said let me do some calling, see if I can get anything moving, and if nothing comes, we’ll get down and go get some breakfast. Hit the grunt and the can call, which they thought was hilarious and the dumbest thing they’d ever seen. Dad blowing in this thing that sounds like a fart, and this can that sounds like a dying cat. Well, 5 min after they were done giggling at my calling, a nice fat 7 pt came sneaking through and I was able to make a good shot and killed him. To say they were excited was an understatement. They were able to help me drag, load and clean the deer. Was an awesome experience for all of us.

  • Carl Carlson

    Why are posting a contest that has expired 13 Dec 2015?

    • Just

      It expires Dec 31st. The date of Dec 13th was a typo, I believe.

      • maodeedee

        I’m glad somebody reads the fine print.

  • Mike Fassari

    The first time I hunted quail, we were working a box canyon on the back side of the San Gabriel Mountains. We were driving the quail towards the back of the canyon. The Britney’s were working well and I guess there were a lot more birds then we thought. As the dogs pushed the birds as deep into the canyon as they could, they flushed. The sound of a hundred quail suddenly taking flight, is a very small area, is something you just have to experience. I just about soiled myself! No amount of skeet practice, at station 8, could prepare you for that moment.

  • ckk123

    Going out as a kid with my cousin and uncle and being told to walk 15 feet ahead of them and when I heard them yell duck, I was to hit the ground. Realize now they were using me as a hunting dog. Makes me smile now. They were hunting pheasants

    • The_Quartermaster

      Best meals of my geezer life, Mom made our gamey roasted wild pheasant with wild rice stuffing. M-m-m-m delicioso. Yams butter and gravy. Turkey is that much better than chicken, and pheasant is that much better than turkey. Happy New Year all.

  • jimbo66

    I was sitting out this season and saw a beautiful 6 point comming toward me right after the sun cam up.
    I drew a bead on him with my shotgun and squeezed the trigger, all my gun did was went Click.
    I had forgotten to chamber a round when I left the house. Needless to say, when I did rack the slide the buck took off. That was on the last day of our season so I’ll not make the same mistake again. Oh well.

  • Jay Blanton

    I went hunting opening morning and fell asleep in comfy chair in stand. When I heard someone shoot it startled me awake. When I came to full awareness, I had 2 trophy six point bucks, a couple of does and they were not spooked yet. Unfortunately, in my county for the first week of gun season, it is buck only. Our club has rules of eight or better. I have never had that happen and probably never come around again…

  • Tucker Fairburn

    This year I have waited 13 years to get a large mule deer a I drew the tag and was thankful to get a very large Buck! I have been blessed!

  • Jeff Cecrle

    The day I got my first buck started with a pack of dogs running a couple does through the woods behind my tree stand. Followed by a group of hunters walking by talking (they weren’t supposed to be on the property, a conservation club of which I was a member). I got down and spoke to them, learned who said they could be there. Since my “spot” was compromised, I decided to scout further into the club property, we had just over 300 acres. Made it back to my tree stand at about 11:30, decided to put off lunch for a few and climbed back up. Within minutes, I spot a nice 6 point coming through the woods. I was in a climber and he would be coming out of the woods to my right. I’m right handed, so I had to sit on the outer bar of the stand to be able to get my shot. He steps out of the woods onto an old logging road and stops, perfect profile at about 60 yards. I take my shot, Remington 870 with a rifled barrel and slugs, and he runs for about 50 – 60 yards and stops, same profile at about 70-80 yards. I had to swing around the other side of the tree to see him, jacked another round in the chamber and took aim again. This time when I shot, I could actually hear the impact, but he ran again, looping back around a small copse of trees and brush. I couldn’t help but wonder what I had to do to drop him. When I got out of my stand, I went around the other side of the copse to pick up his trail, but didn’t have to go far. He was just around the edge. While dressing him out, I found the entry wound, with an obvious sliver moon on one side, showing I’d hit him in the same spot twice. There was only 1 exit wound. The lungs came out in pieces, no sign at all of the heart. He was dead after the first shot, but neither of us knew it.

  • Reginald Hunter

    When I was 15 years old I was hunting with my dad in SE Oklahoma. I had been sitting in a tree for a couple of hours watching squirrels mock me. It had been raining all day and I was in a slicker suit. Although I wanted to wait, nature’s call became intense. I got out of the tree and leaned my rifle against a tree. I was finishing up with jeans and slicker bunched up around my boots when a buck came down the trail and stopped some 15 feet away with nose high in the air. I was frozen in place my rifle 10 feet away and my thigh muscles were cramping. I determined that it would take 3 hops to get to my rifle. I moved and the buck bolted. I grabbed my Enfield Jungle Carbine and fired at his whitetail. I had just cleaned myself up when my dad showed up to help me dress my buck. The 303 round made a mess of the guts but passed through the heart and dropped the buck where he was shot.

  • Charles

    I don’t hunt but I have a great shooting memory. During the 2010 IHMSA World Championship Match I was tied for big bore revolver champion with Lon Pennington who is the absolute best silhouette shooter in the sport. We went to the line for the championship shoot-off, his Freedom Arms .44 Mag vs my Dan Wesson .357 SuperMag. We fired through two banks of full size chickens at 200 meters, we tied again after the first bank 3 to 3 then we fired the second bank and I won 4 to 2 to win my second championship of the match. My winning bullet of choice? The Hornady 180 grain XTP. This was a fun turn of events because at the 2007 NRA Championship I was Lon’s spotter when he shot revolver and he beat me by one.

  • KenNamVet

    During the last day of shotgun /muzzle loader 1st season in Illinois. I was in Southern Illinois the Shawnee National Forest Pope County. Freezing rain most of the day. The sun had set and the daylight was closing fast. I was hiking back to my camp. I stopped to take a break on a root out crop from a massive old oak tree along the forest fire-trail. I had taken the cap off of the nipple of my .54 cal Thompson Center Renegade. It was dead quiet in the woods except for a light rush of wind in the tree tops. I was about to get up and continue on my way to my camp. When I hear this crashing and flushing in the woods behind me. The sound is closing on me at an angle to my far right. The deer stepped out onto the trail a 12 point buck he stood for only a moment and continued on his way. I watched as he disappeared from sight. I went back to my camp folded my camp and went home.
    Opening morning of the 2nd season was in December. Two hours before daylight I was sitting back on the root out crop of that massive oak tree. With the sun rising in the east and about a half hour into daylight I hear a near familiar crashing through the brush and deep leaves of the surrounding trees. The same deer following his routine trail. I see him as he makes his way closer to the forest trail. Browsing on acorn and falling persimmon fruit. I shoulder my rifle and draw back my hammer. My movement blocked from his view by a hickory tree. He steps forward onto the forest trail I dropped my hammer. I saw the flash of deer hair fly before my view is blocked by the puff of smoke from black powder. The 425 grain .54 cal maxi ball had made its mark. The deer for a moment walked in a tight circle like he was chasing his tail. Then he collapsed in the middle of the trail. I loaded him in my truck and made my way the game station. The game warden check my tags and measured him. 16 inch inside spread on the scale and field dressed he weighted 172 pounds. The game warden said he was around six years old. I’ll see you in the spring for turkey season as I pulled away to go home.

  • Nik

    I don’t have a hunting story to share, but I’ll take the ammo!

  • Will Hymes

    I was about 13 or 14 and my dad released me to go explore our local forest with my PSL. I had never been taken hunting but the old man said if I could figure it out myself that I was free to do as I saw fit. So little fat me is lugging this way too big for me rifle around the woods and there it was. 8 point buck with (at least that’s what I figure it would have been, had half it’s left antler not been broken off) not a care in the world, maybe 70-80 yards out. So I line up my shot through the crappy PSO scope that came standard on the rifle, right for center mass and pull the clunky creepy trigger. I don’t know what I hit so it sure wasn’t that deer! But it didn’t take off! It ducked down a little and looked around and so I moved my head down and took a pot shot with the irons and it dropped like a sack of potatoes. I was so incredibly happy until I realized it was going to be one hell of a thing for little old me to get it back home all by my lonesome. But sure enough the old man pulled his old truck up the the foot of the mountain and we hauled it down. Twas a good day.

  • Tallahassee

    “Giveaway ends on December 13, 2015.” Why am I still getting this ad?

  • The winner is Steve U.

    Thanks everyone for entering.