"Have no fear". That is my message to squirrels of my parent's woods. Why? Well, my game bag is empty and it wasn't for a lack of trying. I had what you might have called an "off" morning.
It started as I left the house just after morning twilight. This was my first hunt in my period clothing. I was dressed in a longhunters frock, fall-front pants, my center-seam mocs, and my tricorne hat. I had with me my .36 flinter which has always shot straight and true. I call it "Liberty's Fist"
I jumped the barb-wired fence separating the neighbor's pasture from my parents woodline to make a bee-line for the rear of the woodlot so I could work my way back through the woods to my parents house. It wasn't long before I heard the "clip-clop" of horses hooves behind me. Three horses were now making a bee-line for me. Large mammals trotting right at me does unsettle me a bit, so I briskly walked down the fence and jumped it at the next opportunity. A look back at the pasture reveals three horses staring me down as if to dare me to step back over.
Now, I work my way in to the woods only to find a skunk barreling towards me. Once again, I am unsettled and do my best to make way for the skunk.
My pulse is up, and now I'm hot. I take my frock off to reveal my hunting shirt and stuff it in my shoulder bag. I see a squirrel sillouetted on a limb and aim for the head. I've been practicing off-hand for this shot all summer and I've gotten quite good at it. So, of course, I miss. I reload and later find a squirrel straight over my head and take a supported aimed shot....and miss. Well, that's about all nature was about to allow me this morning, so I headed back home. I took an off-hand shot at a bulls-eye paper target 25 yards away...and missed the paper entirely. The ignition was slow and my frizzen failed to kick all the way over. Yup, a perfect punctuation to my "off" morning hunt. :grin:
It started as I left the house just after morning twilight. This was my first hunt in my period clothing. I was dressed in a longhunters frock, fall-front pants, my center-seam mocs, and my tricorne hat. I had with me my .36 flinter which has always shot straight and true. I call it "Liberty's Fist"
I jumped the barb-wired fence separating the neighbor's pasture from my parents woodline to make a bee-line for the rear of the woodlot so I could work my way back through the woods to my parents house. It wasn't long before I heard the "clip-clop" of horses hooves behind me. Three horses were now making a bee-line for me. Large mammals trotting right at me does unsettle me a bit, so I briskly walked down the fence and jumped it at the next opportunity. A look back at the pasture reveals three horses staring me down as if to dare me to step back over.
Now, I work my way in to the woods only to find a skunk barreling towards me. Once again, I am unsettled and do my best to make way for the skunk.
My pulse is up, and now I'm hot. I take my frock off to reveal my hunting shirt and stuff it in my shoulder bag. I see a squirrel sillouetted on a limb and aim for the head. I've been practicing off-hand for this shot all summer and I've gotten quite good at it. So, of course, I miss. I reload and later find a squirrel straight over my head and take a supported aimed shot....and miss. Well, that's about all nature was about to allow me this morning, so I headed back home. I took an off-hand shot at a bulls-eye paper target 25 yards away...and missed the paper entirely. The ignition was slow and my frizzen failed to kick all the way over. Yup, a perfect punctuation to my "off" morning hunt. :grin: