armymedic.2
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Dad and i went out today to hunt up some pheasant over his dog, my namesake , "sarge" (born while i was overseas).
It was a heavy flake snowstorm, making it fun to try and keep the flintlock operating once it got dirty, but it performed well, with only one flash in the pan that was my fault for letting the touch hole take a snowflake and then not picking the main charge.
we had a lot of fun, i dropped one clean, and might have touched another that dad also shot at, and our total for the day was four.
pheasant, butternut squash and garlic and herb pasta
When the springer has sprung,
all needs being done,
back with the cock,
to throw the sharp rock,
into the frizzen,
to the bird that has risen,
so it may grace my plate,
like our ancestors ate.
It was a heavy flake snowstorm, making it fun to try and keep the flintlock operating once it got dirty, but it performed well, with only one flash in the pan that was my fault for letting the touch hole take a snowflake and then not picking the main charge.
we had a lot of fun, i dropped one clean, and might have touched another that dad also shot at, and our total for the day was four.
pheasant, butternut squash and garlic and herb pasta
When the springer has sprung,
all needs being done,
back with the cock,
to throw the sharp rock,
into the frizzen,
to the bird that has risen,
so it may grace my plate,
like our ancestors ate.