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Just turned 64. I know, that isn't -old- yet but my experiences are much different than most but not all here. I grew up meat hunting. By that I mean that my father allowed my brother and myself 10 rounds of .22 ammo per week. We could divide them any way we wanted but if we didn't come back out of the pasture and tree claim with 10 animals, Rats - Cottontails - or Jack Rabbits, we were allowed only that smaller number of shells next week. As we got older we were allowed to stray down to the Arkansas River to hunt and the game was expanded in season to include Pheasants and Squirrels. As we got to be better shots the weekly alowance was expanded. The point is that we got to be excellent shots. I grew up in size and went to Asia, my little brother did the same a year later. He didn't quite make it back even though his body made it 'home'. After the war I shot a Deer when the fish and game people finally made a season. Deer was dead and field dressed before the sun was above the horizon on opening day. Bolt gun with glass on top. Couple of seasons and I went to a Trapdoor Springfield, no glass. No challenge either. The war took away my ability to draw a bow so that was out and I looked around for SOMETHING to put a challenge back in the taking of a game animal. Saw a Kentucky Long Rifle ( actually made in Pennsylvania ) and wondered about it. It was a Flint piece and lore was that Flint was trouble so I took up a Percussion rifle. Learned to shoot it. Learned the intracasies and the idiosyncracies of shooting Black Rifle Powder. How to keep a charge dry in drizzle, freezing rain, snow or thunderstorm. How to ensure that the charge would fire instantly, on time every time. How to make holes touch each other at ranges of 100 yards offhand and 200 yards off crossed sticks. Then I felt I was competent to take a Deer. So I did. Took several. Switched to Flint to increase the difficulty. It wasn't enough to allow me to feel 'good' about it though. That same war made it so that I would feel guilty and sick whenever I killed anything and I haven't hunted anything at all since '91. Trap shooting took the fun out of bird hunting. One shot 10 minute 'hunts' takes the fun out of big game. The 10 minutes is just to ensure the light is there. I -know- where the Deer will be. So when I have handicapped myself to the degree I have done, and follow all the rules established by governments at the same time, it takes a whole lot to stomach a modern rifle in every way but the requirement to load the pellets from the muzzle end as being in any way 'Primitive'.
These days I only hunt Pitch birds. I've gotten pretty darn decent at -that- too. My age is handicapping me quite well these days.
Still going to send pictures to Tony and Jack as soon as I take 20 + years of detritus off the storage place for my Smoke-Poles.
Don T