After reading about admountainkens first flintlock deer I am no longer mad at myself. I was mad that the doe i shot today was rather small, the same size as admountainken's flintlock doe. but when i saw that no one was demanding his head on a plate i realized i have nothing to be ashamed of at all.
After 5 uneventful muzzleloading seasons, i finally managed to get my first muzzleloading deer. True she is small, but
my 310grain sabot put a 12guage hole thru the tops of her front legs and the bottom of her spine shattered there. She fell right where she stood, but somehow twisted half way around.
I know my inline doesnt qualify as a "traditional" muzzleloader, but nothing about me qualifies as a "modern" muzzleloader.
The only muzzleloaders in my area,excluding me and my father, are out shooting at 8-1130 some nights, and the day ends at 535pm or so. And someone is always shooting that late and even later from midsummer thru january first several times a month. And a few "modern" hunters in my area scream to eachother "is it decent" when their hunting firends shoot something. And a modern hunter shot a small spike, sawed his little horns off and threw the rest in the ditch.
i hunt it, kill it, bring it home, and EAT IT.
After 5 uneventful muzzleloading seasons, i finally managed to get my first muzzleloading deer. True she is small, but
my 310grain sabot put a 12guage hole thru the tops of her front legs and the bottom of her spine shattered there. She fell right where she stood, but somehow twisted half way around.
I know my inline doesnt qualify as a "traditional" muzzleloader, but nothing about me qualifies as a "modern" muzzleloader.
The only muzzleloaders in my area,excluding me and my father, are out shooting at 8-1130 some nights, and the day ends at 535pm or so. And someone is always shooting that late and even later from midsummer thru january first several times a month. And a few "modern" hunters in my area scream to eachother "is it decent" when their hunting firends shoot something. And a modern hunter shot a small spike, sawed his little horns off and threw the rest in the ditch.
i hunt it, kill it, bring it home, and EAT IT.