BradCayton
40 Cal
We were fortunate enough to have a fall turkey season in my county this year as the turkey population is up. I've watched a couple flocks all summer here on my little piece of land come through pretty well every day. I didn't bushhog my pasture the last time because the turkeys were feeding through daily eating bugs and grasshoppers.
This morning was our week long opener and it had been raining all night and still a steady rain when I got up this morning. Not the best conditions for a flintlock but I went anyway.
I got back under a big oak which had a couple small holly and pine trees around it and tried to keep my lock dry.
A couple hours after daylight, I saw a flock feeding my way and slowly eased my lock cover off and primed the pan keeping my hat brim over the lock trying to keep it dry. One young hen gave me a shot at about 20 yards but when I pulled the trigger the prime only fired. I guess the main charge had drawn dampness because the pan was dry. She didn't pay much attention to me and the flock moved on past me as I wiped the pan dry, cussing myself for letting that happen. About 20 minutes later I saw the flock coming back my way. I worked a little 4f in the touch hole with my pick, primed and got ready again. This time she lit and an 1 1/4 of 5s in front of 70 grains of 3f sealed the deal at 18 paces. I'm tickled to death and was shaking like a kid. It was a morning I'll remember when I can no longer be out hunting.
This morning was our week long opener and it had been raining all night and still a steady rain when I got up this morning. Not the best conditions for a flintlock but I went anyway.
I got back under a big oak which had a couple small holly and pine trees around it and tried to keep my lock dry.
A couple hours after daylight, I saw a flock feeding my way and slowly eased my lock cover off and primed the pan keeping my hat brim over the lock trying to keep it dry. One young hen gave me a shot at about 20 yards but when I pulled the trigger the prime only fired. I guess the main charge had drawn dampness because the pan was dry. She didn't pay much attention to me and the flock moved on past me as I wiped the pan dry, cussing myself for letting that happen. About 20 minutes later I saw the flock coming back my way. I worked a little 4f in the touch hole with my pick, primed and got ready again. This time she lit and an 1 1/4 of 5s in front of 70 grains of 3f sealed the deal at 18 paces. I'm tickled to death and was shaking like a kid. It was a morning I'll remember when I can no longer be out hunting.