11/14/05 - .58cal Flintlock / round ball / another 10 pointer ”“ photos shortly
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This morning was quiet and mostly still black,
when I heard some leaves rustling and saw the buck’s back;
He was outlined against a very faint sky,
And I knew that I’d get but only one try;
He was walking real fast, then he stopped in the trees,
So I lifted the rifle up off of my knees;
All I could see was his neck and his head,
But at 35yds I knew this buck was dead;
I couldn’t bear to shoot this beautiful deer’s head,
So I decided to take the neck shot instead;
Because I had practiced so much and a lot,
I knew in my heart I could make this shot;
I set the rear trigger and took careful aim,
To be sure that I wouldn’t just make him lame;
The black English flint was knapped very sharp,
and the Goex erupted from a shower of sparks;
When the .58 roared and pushed me back too,
The Hornady ball flew ever so true;
As I touched off the shot and then strained to hear,
Which way he had bolted, was it far”¦was it near?
I heard no clatter, and no rustling of leaves,
No buck did I see racing off through the trees;
Did I drop him I wondered, for I could not see,
So I stood up to look, there he lay in the leaves;
His beautiful rack I could clearly see then,
I counted the points and they came up to 10 !
I looked at my Flintlock and thought “back in the day”,
they’d approve of my journey in learning their ways;
I must be living under a star...have never shot a 10 pointer in my life, and have now shot 2 in 7 days...photos being developed as I write this.
:thumbsup:
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This morning was quiet and mostly still black,
when I heard some leaves rustling and saw the buck’s back;
He was outlined against a very faint sky,
And I knew that I’d get but only one try;
He was walking real fast, then he stopped in the trees,
So I lifted the rifle up off of my knees;
All I could see was his neck and his head,
But at 35yds I knew this buck was dead;
I couldn’t bear to shoot this beautiful deer’s head,
So I decided to take the neck shot instead;
Because I had practiced so much and a lot,
I knew in my heart I could make this shot;
I set the rear trigger and took careful aim,
To be sure that I wouldn’t just make him lame;
The black English flint was knapped very sharp,
and the Goex erupted from a shower of sparks;
When the .58 roared and pushed me back too,
The Hornady ball flew ever so true;
As I touched off the shot and then strained to hear,
Which way he had bolted, was it far”¦was it near?
I heard no clatter, and no rustling of leaves,
No buck did I see racing off through the trees;
Did I drop him I wondered, for I could not see,
So I stood up to look, there he lay in the leaves;
His beautiful rack I could clearly see then,
I counted the points and they came up to 10 !
I looked at my Flintlock and thought “back in the day”,
they’d approve of my journey in learning their ways;
I must be living under a star...have never shot a 10 pointer in my life, and have now shot 2 in 7 days...photos being developed as I write this.
:thumbsup: