Every year for my birthday I give myself a day in the woods. Usually I just take along gear to cook lunch, my camera, a flintlock long gun and a flintlock pistol, a tomahawk, and spend a chunk of the day eating, shooting and sticking stumps, dead trees and such things. This year my trek was delayed by the deer season and a lot of rain, but I got it done today. I changed things up a bit, made it a hunting trek, hoping to add another species to my list of game taken with cedar bark wadding. I went early, hunted turkeys until noonish, but saw not a feather. I then found a neat little nook with a small waterfall nearby and spent a couple of hours making lunch. I caught a spark from the lock of the Jackie Brown Carolina, built a fire and roasted a chunk of venison back strap on a stick, from the buck I killed recently using cedar bark wadding. I made country champaign, sassafras tea sweetened with maple sugar, to go with it. A happy marriage. Most of the afternoon was spent kicking briar patches for cottontails, and I had some luck. At kicking them out, that is, not at shooting them. They were too quick for the old man and his long barreled fowler, today. I did take a big fat fox squirrel using cedar bark wadding, but I’d already done that, was hoping for a bunny, at least. Next time.
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