Fall squirrel season opened this morning and I was able to get out. Conditions were perfect, cool early on with calm wind and clear sky. I hit the woods about 0800, anxious to see what conditions were like at my old farm since I sold it. I was pleased to see the place looking good, lots of new fencing, and most of the larger woods plots generally intact, although many of the smaller ones and several of my old hunting spots had been scraped up into piles.
I carried my Jacky Brown 20 gauge smooth rifle loaded with 70 grains 2F Goex, paper wad, tow overpowder, 1 1/8 ounce of #5 chilled shot, tow overshot. I saw 4 squirrels, but only managed to work into position to shoot at one of them, and brought it home. Early in the hunt I saw movement in the high treetops, what seemed to be a squirrel going somewhere, so I followed along. After 5 minutes and several trees I lost him, but then found he had stopped and I had sneaked past him. He was a fox squirrel in a very tall oak, and I wasn't sure he was in range, but when he showed his orange belly I took the shot. Nothing moved, he just disappeared. Mumblecuss. I assumed he was history, but just as I got reloaded I saw him move in a tree next door, and he parked on a limb which seemed even further away. I tried him again, and that time he come down with a thump. A mature boar, I think the prettiest squirrel there is.
I hunted until just after noon, the temperature got up to almost 90° and I called it a day. A good demonstration of how squirrel hunting with flintlock smoothbores is different than with modern. With my Remington 870 I would have brought home all 4 of those squirrels, but I wouldn't have had nearly so much fun.
Lord love a smoothbore.
Spence
I carried my Jacky Brown 20 gauge smooth rifle loaded with 70 grains 2F Goex, paper wad, tow overpowder, 1 1/8 ounce of #5 chilled shot, tow overshot. I saw 4 squirrels, but only managed to work into position to shoot at one of them, and brought it home. Early in the hunt I saw movement in the high treetops, what seemed to be a squirrel going somewhere, so I followed along. After 5 minutes and several trees I lost him, but then found he had stopped and I had sneaked past him. He was a fox squirrel in a very tall oak, and I wasn't sure he was in range, but when he showed his orange belly I took the shot. Nothing moved, he just disappeared. Mumblecuss. I assumed he was history, but just as I got reloaded I saw him move in a tree next door, and he parked on a limb which seemed even further away. I tried him again, and that time he come down with a thump. A mature boar, I think the prettiest squirrel there is.
I hunted until just after noon, the temperature got up to almost 90° and I called it a day. A good demonstration of how squirrel hunting with flintlock smoothbores is different than with modern. With my Remington 870 I would have brought home all 4 of those squirrels, but I wouldn't have had nearly so much fun.
Lord love a smoothbore.
Spence