Well, I sure been havin some fun the last few days with the new .40 flinter!!
I missed the first shot at a squirrel with it, but it was dead still broadside at 10 yards lookin at me, so that's my excuse. Every time I shoot a flintlock offhand it turns into a flinchlock. :redface:
I took it out again the next day around noon, and I never saw a squirrel until around 2 o'clock. It was too far away to shoot at, so after it went out of sight I got a little closer. It showed up again around 3 o'clock, and I missed a good 25 yard shot. About 30 minutes later I saw another one sitting on a limb about 30 yards away, and I missed it too!! :haha:
Around 4 or 4:30 I started hearing squirrels all over the place, and I saw 2 or 3 on a hillside a little ways from me, so I started sneaking towards them the best I could through the dry leaves. I spooked a couple, but one went up into the top of a big oak way up the hill from me (musta been 60 yards) and started cutting acorns. I watched it cut a couple of acorns and I finally figured what the heck--it's a long way off, but I ain't gonna do any worse than I have already, so I teched 'er off. The rascal came down the tree and looked around, and went right back up and got another nut!!! :shake:
When I shot 2 or 3 started squacking about 30 yards to my left, but I couldn't see any of them cause I was lookin directly into the sun. I finally saw the arrogant little turd in the oak again when he came out on a limb and started eating another nut! I held a little high this time, and when the gun cracked he fell out dead as a hammer. :applause:
I heard and saw at least 3 more running around in the trees after that, and if'n I hadn't got my finger a little too close to the set trigger as I was moving around the tree to get lined up, I mighta killed another one.
Anyway, it was gettin dark so I went to pick up the one I killed. When I saw him laying on the ground I couldn't see a mark on him. After I picked him up and looked closer. he had a .40 caliber entrance hole directly center in the top of his head, and an exit hole about 1/4" from his poop chute!!!! :rotf:
I tried to skin him, but after I cut under his tail I saw it was a lost cause.
Sorry for being so long-winded, but it sure was a fun couple of days and I just wanted to share it with y'all. :grin:
I missed the first shot at a squirrel with it, but it was dead still broadside at 10 yards lookin at me, so that's my excuse. Every time I shoot a flintlock offhand it turns into a flinchlock. :redface:
I took it out again the next day around noon, and I never saw a squirrel until around 2 o'clock. It was too far away to shoot at, so after it went out of sight I got a little closer. It showed up again around 3 o'clock, and I missed a good 25 yard shot. About 30 minutes later I saw another one sitting on a limb about 30 yards away, and I missed it too!! :haha:
Around 4 or 4:30 I started hearing squirrels all over the place, and I saw 2 or 3 on a hillside a little ways from me, so I started sneaking towards them the best I could through the dry leaves. I spooked a couple, but one went up into the top of a big oak way up the hill from me (musta been 60 yards) and started cutting acorns. I watched it cut a couple of acorns and I finally figured what the heck--it's a long way off, but I ain't gonna do any worse than I have already, so I teched 'er off. The rascal came down the tree and looked around, and went right back up and got another nut!!! :shake:
When I shot 2 or 3 started squacking about 30 yards to my left, but I couldn't see any of them cause I was lookin directly into the sun. I finally saw the arrogant little turd in the oak again when he came out on a limb and started eating another nut! I held a little high this time, and when the gun cracked he fell out dead as a hammer. :applause:
I heard and saw at least 3 more running around in the trees after that, and if'n I hadn't got my finger a little too close to the set trigger as I was moving around the tree to get lined up, I mighta killed another one.
Anyway, it was gettin dark so I went to pick up the one I killed. When I saw him laying on the ground I couldn't see a mark on him. After I picked him up and looked closer. he had a .40 caliber entrance hole directly center in the top of his head, and an exit hole about 1/4" from his poop chute!!!! :rotf:
I tried to skin him, but after I cut under his tail I saw it was a lost cause.
Sorry for being so long-winded, but it sure was a fun couple of days and I just wanted to share it with y'all. :grin:
