Against a tree, did Stumpy lean.
The doe came close to see him.
Up came his gun with cock pulled back.
“Poof! ” goes the season.
The charge was stale and nine days old.
T’was winter and cold freezin’.
T’was also the last day to muzzle load.
“Poof! ” goes the season.
Deer had been few and far between.
In range he’d seen most ”˜nuttin.
Dumb he sure was not to have pulled.
“Poof! ” goes the season.
So let this be a lesson all,
to keep your prime and charge new.
Lest vegetables become your fare.
“Poof! ” goes the season.
After lugging Cherry since November 21 and managing to kill a tree early on I finally had another chance on a deer this morning. I’ve been leaving the rifle loaded and outside but repriming daily, and pulled the charge any time I had been out in rain, sleet or snow. This last charge had been in about nine days but I had a fresh prime. Sure enough, a doe came ambling up towards me at a hurried walk (canter?) as I leaned against a hemlock and at 40 yards I put the front sight on her heart and pulled the trigger. “Poof!” No “BANG!” I tried as stealthily to reprime as my gloved piddies allowed by moving only when her head was obscured but doe #2 (damned wingman) made me and went off in a semaphore blaze of tail and crashing leaves. Rats.
I had been plugging the vent overight with thornapple thorns. May have had one come apart or just a crud build-up. Stuff happens. Of course it went off instantly tonight when I fired the same charge off so I could clean her. :shake:
Oh well. There is a lot less work involved with catch-and-release and I still have the mental image of the shot alignment; which “felt good” and is always a satisfying thing. On the way past the coop I broke the news to the redundant roosters that chicken is “the other meat” hereafter until next fall.
The doe came close to see him.
Up came his gun with cock pulled back.
“Poof! ” goes the season.
The charge was stale and nine days old.
T’was winter and cold freezin’.
T’was also the last day to muzzle load.
“Poof! ” goes the season.
Deer had been few and far between.
In range he’d seen most ”˜nuttin.
Dumb he sure was not to have pulled.
“Poof! ” goes the season.
So let this be a lesson all,
to keep your prime and charge new.
Lest vegetables become your fare.
“Poof! ” goes the season.
After lugging Cherry since November 21 and managing to kill a tree early on I finally had another chance on a deer this morning. I’ve been leaving the rifle loaded and outside but repriming daily, and pulled the charge any time I had been out in rain, sleet or snow. This last charge had been in about nine days but I had a fresh prime. Sure enough, a doe came ambling up towards me at a hurried walk (canter?) as I leaned against a hemlock and at 40 yards I put the front sight on her heart and pulled the trigger. “Poof!” No “BANG!” I tried as stealthily to reprime as my gloved piddies allowed by moving only when her head was obscured but doe #2 (damned wingman) made me and went off in a semaphore blaze of tail and crashing leaves. Rats.
I had been plugging the vent overight with thornapple thorns. May have had one come apart or just a crud build-up. Stuff happens. Of course it went off instantly tonight when I fired the same charge off so I could clean her. :shake:
Oh well. There is a lot less work involved with catch-and-release and I still have the mental image of the shot alignment; which “felt good” and is always a satisfying thing. On the way past the coop I broke the news to the redundant roosters that chicken is “the other meat” hereafter until next fall.