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It was a misty, cold drizzle of a afternoon. I had gotten off of work and ran to my hunting spot. Because of weather I primed with 3f out of my horn and slipped my cows knee into position. I had set only about an hour when this nice doe stepped into the cut corn field. She was only about 22 yards from the cedar tree I was pushed up into. I had gotten my camera turned on and focused without detection, UNTIL, I moved to quickly in getting my cows knee off. My easy 22 yard shot was now bounding away! I thumbed the hammer back pulled the set trigger and bleated at her. At approximately 63 yards she stopped , turned, and looked back in my direction. As the front blade settled the air erupted in the sweetest sound that only a flintlock can provide. My vission was filled with a flash of spark and smoke, as it cleared I could see her drop without taking a step. The round ball had passed through the center of the left shoulder and exited low at the forward point of her right shoulder. This was with my very first Flintlock I had ever acquired, a Southern Mountin Rifle made by my One of my Mentors Mr. Norm Blaker.
My big game load for this gun is 70 grains 3F powder, .440 roundball and .018 patch. Though I have only started flintlock hunting a few years ago, I have taken deer and hogs with this beautiful Rifle. Norm ventured home this spring but every hunt with this rifle reminds me of the time we shared and the many lessons i learned.
My big game load for this gun is 70 grains 3F powder, .440 roundball and .018 patch. Though I have only started flintlock hunting a few years ago, I have taken deer and hogs with this beautiful Rifle. Norm ventured home this spring but every hunt with this rifle reminds me of the time we shared and the many lessons i learned.
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