Mountainman56
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Well I started shooting my first flintlock on Monday so naturally by today I had the urge to go hunting with it. Got it sighted pretty good at 50 yards this morning and I had a little spare time near the end of the day (I hope my boss never gets on this forum). :haha: 15:30 in the afternoon I took a little drive to the far end of the farm. I knew there is often some hogs in the outlying country where the tailwater runs. They have themselves a big mud bog there they love to waller in. This time of day they're all bedded down in the shade. Several of us have braved the mesquite and gone down there a time or two but the visibility is limited to 30 yards, usually less, so mostly they hear you or smell you long before you get up on em and all you hear is them running off into the mesquite.
The wind was right and I spent half an hour going the last couple hundred yards. I guess I must be getting sneakier in my old age because about the time I was figuring there were no hogs today I spotted what I was sure was one lying under the brush 20 yards away. All caked up with dried mud I couldn't even tell for sure which end was which. I shouldered my rifle and watched....and watched.....and that 1" barrel is getting heavier and heavier. Finally I took another step where I could see a little better and I saw an ear twitch. Turns out there was another one laying right beside the first. This one was stretched out with his belly towards me. I thought about putting one through is briscet but I figured it was possible he might go a ways and tracking them is the mesquite ain't fun so I put one through his throat. Well I managed to hit where I was lookin and needless to say he didn't go far. The ball came out through his ear on the off side.
About six more jumped up and disappeared in seconds. Naturally the ones I got a look at were bigger than the one I shot. :shake: (note to self: take your b&c revolver next time too)
Anyhow I was tickled to say the least to get my first kill with a flintlock.
The wind was right and I spent half an hour going the last couple hundred yards. I guess I must be getting sneakier in my old age because about the time I was figuring there were no hogs today I spotted what I was sure was one lying under the brush 20 yards away. All caked up with dried mud I couldn't even tell for sure which end was which. I shouldered my rifle and watched....and watched.....and that 1" barrel is getting heavier and heavier. Finally I took another step where I could see a little better and I saw an ear twitch. Turns out there was another one laying right beside the first. This one was stretched out with his belly towards me. I thought about putting one through is briscet but I figured it was possible he might go a ways and tracking them is the mesquite ain't fun so I put one through his throat. Well I managed to hit where I was lookin and needless to say he didn't go far. The ball came out through his ear on the off side.
About six more jumped up and disappeared in seconds. Naturally the ones I got a look at were bigger than the one I shot. :shake: (note to self: take your b&c revolver next time too)
Anyhow I was tickled to say the least to get my first kill with a flintlock.