jrmflintlock
45 Cal.
Just wanted to share with you all, what a great day in the woods I had today.
I woke up this morning with a dusting of snow on the ground and I thought to myself, I need to go chase wabbits! I Called into work and let them know I would be a little late and grabbed my stuff. I pulled off the highway down a Forest road until I cut some fresh bunny tracks. I got down, put my bag and horn over my shoulder, loaded my .45 flinter with 40 grains of FFF under one of my hand cast round balls, put my cows knee on my lock and started off following the little tracks in the snow.
It was a beautiful morning with the fresh snow on the trees and clear blue skies. There were tracks everywhere. As I followed along I saw a bunny dart out from some oak brush. He just went a short distance and stopped. As I tried to get a better angle for a shot and cut the distance he moved up the hill a bit further and stood up on his hind legs to look back at me. He was about 30 yards away, I pulled up my rifle, pulled the hammer back and set the trigger in one fluid motion. I settled the sights on his little noggin and touched her off!! My long rifle cracked and spit smoke and the bunny lay there in the snow. I gave thanks for a clean kill, reloaded my rifle and moved on up the hill.
I had not gone 100 yards when I cut another set of tracks. As I slowly eased my way through the cold February woods I spied another bunny sunning itself but as I went to raise my rifle it darted into the safety of its hole. I continued on easing my way back to my truck and following any tracks that lead that direction, always looking ahead for that little spot of an eye, or the pink glow of sun through an ear, or the round ball of soft brown against the icy white ground. When I saw the little ball of fur perched atop a stump sunning himself, not 15 yards away, I stopped in my tracks. I lay down my earlier prize and pulled up my rifle, again it cracked in the early morning cold and puffed smoke. When the smoke cleared the bunny was no longer perched on his stump but lying in snow at its base, another clean kill, Praise be!
I had enough for the pot so I gathered up my second prize and headed to the truck. After snapping a few photos and cleaning my dinner I headed into work. I cannot begin to explain how energized I felt as I walked through the door of my office. I give thanks everyday to be able to enjoy the outdoors the way we do, with flintlock in hand!
Thank you to all of you who have fought and served so that we may enjoy these things as free men and women!
I hope all of you have many days in the woods! It does not get any better than this. Wabbit for Dinner!!
I woke up this morning with a dusting of snow on the ground and I thought to myself, I need to go chase wabbits! I Called into work and let them know I would be a little late and grabbed my stuff. I pulled off the highway down a Forest road until I cut some fresh bunny tracks. I got down, put my bag and horn over my shoulder, loaded my .45 flinter with 40 grains of FFF under one of my hand cast round balls, put my cows knee on my lock and started off following the little tracks in the snow.
It was a beautiful morning with the fresh snow on the trees and clear blue skies. There were tracks everywhere. As I followed along I saw a bunny dart out from some oak brush. He just went a short distance and stopped. As I tried to get a better angle for a shot and cut the distance he moved up the hill a bit further and stood up on his hind legs to look back at me. He was about 30 yards away, I pulled up my rifle, pulled the hammer back and set the trigger in one fluid motion. I settled the sights on his little noggin and touched her off!! My long rifle cracked and spit smoke and the bunny lay there in the snow. I gave thanks for a clean kill, reloaded my rifle and moved on up the hill.
I had not gone 100 yards when I cut another set of tracks. As I slowly eased my way through the cold February woods I spied another bunny sunning itself but as I went to raise my rifle it darted into the safety of its hole. I continued on easing my way back to my truck and following any tracks that lead that direction, always looking ahead for that little spot of an eye, or the pink glow of sun through an ear, or the round ball of soft brown against the icy white ground. When I saw the little ball of fur perched atop a stump sunning himself, not 15 yards away, I stopped in my tracks. I lay down my earlier prize and pulled up my rifle, again it cracked in the early morning cold and puffed smoke. When the smoke cleared the bunny was no longer perched on his stump but lying in snow at its base, another clean kill, Praise be!
I had enough for the pot so I gathered up my second prize and headed to the truck. After snapping a few photos and cleaning my dinner I headed into work. I cannot begin to explain how energized I felt as I walked through the door of my office. I give thanks everyday to be able to enjoy the outdoors the way we do, with flintlock in hand!
Thank you to all of you who have fought and served so that we may enjoy these things as free men and women!
I hope all of you have many days in the woods! It does not get any better than this. Wabbit for Dinner!!
