Years ago I shot competitively, large bore, up to 1000 yards. We used M-1's with stock sights, and did quite well. When I started duck hunting I gunned everywhere from the pin oak flats of the Arkansas prairie to the large lake shores of N Mississippi. Over the years I grew as a hunter...I thought. For a period of time the thrill of seeing ducks funneling into a hole cut in the woods, and offering a 15 yard shot, was tempered by the desire to see just how far away a deer could be before my cannon could drop it. The former lost its' thrill because it was absolutely no challenge. The latter began to also be no challenge because it required nothing of me except a good sight picture and a steady squeeze of the trigger. In short I was beginning to sense that I really was not hunting. Lost were the skills our forefathers had developed; replaced by the automatic shotgun, the laser range finder and the WSM loads of today. As I got older I was no longer "mad" at the game, and did not have to prove my virility by a full game bag. Seeing an elk fall to another hunter at 987 yards was the end of my fascination with the modern systems. That was when I started "reverting" to the weapons of old. Hopefully along the way I will learn a little history and a little more about myself. There was a point, a line in the sand of my mind, that when crossed, just did not feel right anymore. It has been a lot to overcome, because, after all, I was not trained this way, but, oh, the joys of blackpowder.