Well its over here in the heart of dixie. I didnt get to hunt as much as I always have due to family (elderly care) but I still had a ball an laid 2 on the ground. One of them only had one spur. It Should have been four but 2 of those evil devil bred longbeards took advantage of an aging old mans weakness of losing his hearing an sneaked in behind me busting me when I reached for a call. They seem to not like playing by the rules. Both were killed with Achilles my 12 ga iron mounted Joe Schell built flintlock. The ranges were short an they gave up the ghost quickly. I hope all you guys that are still in seasons have a great one.
Nothing beats the feel of a handmade southern iron mounted flintlock on a crisp frosty morning
I really like your banded powder horn.
I made 4 or 5 combination hunt/fish excursions along the Tennessee River. In the mornings I hunted the big birds beside the river. I saw turkeys each time, but only two were toms and neither one of them presented me with a shot. I never did hear a gobble. Silent birds!
After the morning hunt I climbed back in my boat and spent the rest of the day fishing, sometimes with good luck, sometimes not so much.
I had a great time, though, and that is the main point of it all.
Know what you believe in. Fight for your beliefs. Never compromise away your rights.
Sounds like a great season! Congrats!
Experience is the best teacher, hunger good sauce.
Osborne Russell Journal of a Trapper
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