Tumblernotch
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Finally got a chance to go out and do a little hunting. I surveyed the Summer storm and early snowstorm damage from this past week as well.
I took my .32 flintlock out and first thing I do is take a bad shot and miss. Walking around the ridge, I'm taking pictures of storm damage and see a squirrel cross the road and go up a big poplar. I stood in the road and watched for a while but didn't see anything but could hear another just up the ridge. Finally, I go over to a maple and lean against it watching that poplar. I could see a little stub limb about 30 feet up that appeared to have a leaf stuck to it. Something didn't look right so I kept watching it. Soon, I saw a slight flicker which looked an awful lot like a tail twitching. So I aimed at the leaf and fired. The "leaf" hit the ground with a thud. The ball went through his chest and out his back with no loss of meat.
A little later, I was going down into the holler and had just left the upper flat when I saw another about 75 yards down the hill in another poplar. At the same time I heard another barking up the hill behind me and saw a third off to my left about 75 yards or so away. While I'm deciding who needed my attention the most, a fourth one popped around another tree in front of me about 25 yards off. I took a snap shot at him but couldn't see my front sight well enough and shot over him. The shot stirred another one up just to the left of that one and he hung on the side of an oak and barked his fool head off. I stood there with an empty gun and looked back at him. He quit barking and just stared at me. I slowly reloaded and eased the gun up, aimed just below his head and touched her off. Scratch two. I had to get back to the house and take care of some things or I would have stayed all day. Anyhoo, it was good while it lasted and maybe I'll have some squack for supper Saturday night.
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I took my .32 flintlock out and first thing I do is take a bad shot and miss. Walking around the ridge, I'm taking pictures of storm damage and see a squirrel cross the road and go up a big poplar. I stood in the road and watched for a while but didn't see anything but could hear another just up the ridge. Finally, I go over to a maple and lean against it watching that poplar. I could see a little stub limb about 30 feet up that appeared to have a leaf stuck to it. Something didn't look right so I kept watching it. Soon, I saw a slight flicker which looked an awful lot like a tail twitching. So I aimed at the leaf and fired. The "leaf" hit the ground with a thud. The ball went through his chest and out his back with no loss of meat.
A little later, I was going down into the holler and had just left the upper flat when I saw another about 75 yards down the hill in another poplar. At the same time I heard another barking up the hill behind me and saw a third off to my left about 75 yards or so away. While I'm deciding who needed my attention the most, a fourth one popped around another tree in front of me about 25 yards off. I took a snap shot at him but couldn't see my front sight well enough and shot over him. The shot stirred another one up just to the left of that one and he hung on the side of an oak and barked his fool head off. I stood there with an empty gun and looked back at him. He quit barking and just stared at me. I slowly reloaded and eased the gun up, aimed just below his head and touched her off. Scratch two. I had to get back to the house and take care of some things or I would have stayed all day. Anyhoo, it was good while it lasted and maybe I'll have some squack for supper Saturday night.