JayDee Flohr
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This makes number three for the year and the second for this flintlock .62 smooth bore.
It was cold and windy this morning, around 12 degrees, and as I lay in bed I almost said the heck with it and didn't go. But I had everything ready last night and I could smell the coffee that my wife was brewing for me. I had a plan to hunt from a row of hay bales that over looks a pasture and slew, bordering a cornfield that is about half harvested. I made the drive, taking my time as I didn't want to be out in the wind and cold any longer than need be. When I headed over to the bales it was about ten minutes from legal shooting time. The bale set up didn't turn out as well as planned as they were too far from where I needed to be. That's what I get for the 50 mph scouting of the area. So, I headed further east and selected a scrubby cedar tree and backed myself and chair into it. It was shooting time and I opened the frizzen and primed the pan. I laid the gun over the cedar bows and commented to myself about what a great little set up I had. The cedar was doing a great job of blocking the wind and I felt it had me concealed well. I was watching to my left towards the slew and corn field where I expected the deer to be coming from.
I hadn't been there ten minutes when I happened to look in front of me. Dang! where did they come from? Two does are headed right at me about fifteen yards away. Some how, I managed to get the gun shouldered and cocked without them noticing. At ten yards it was almost self defense as the flash from the priming powder obscured my vision for a second. When my eyes readjusted from the bright flash, the mature doe was down. She never knew what happened.
It was cold and windy this morning, around 12 degrees, and as I lay in bed I almost said the heck with it and didn't go. But I had everything ready last night and I could smell the coffee that my wife was brewing for me. I had a plan to hunt from a row of hay bales that over looks a pasture and slew, bordering a cornfield that is about half harvested. I made the drive, taking my time as I didn't want to be out in the wind and cold any longer than need be. When I headed over to the bales it was about ten minutes from legal shooting time. The bale set up didn't turn out as well as planned as they were too far from where I needed to be. That's what I get for the 50 mph scouting of the area. So, I headed further east and selected a scrubby cedar tree and backed myself and chair into it. It was shooting time and I opened the frizzen and primed the pan. I laid the gun over the cedar bows and commented to myself about what a great little set up I had. The cedar was doing a great job of blocking the wind and I felt it had me concealed well. I was watching to my left towards the slew and corn field where I expected the deer to be coming from.
I hadn't been there ten minutes when I happened to look in front of me. Dang! where did they come from? Two does are headed right at me about fifteen yards away. Some how, I managed to get the gun shouldered and cocked without them noticing. At ten yards it was almost self defense as the flash from the priming powder obscured my vision for a second. When my eyes readjusted from the bright flash, the mature doe was down. She never knew what happened.
