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hist_text-digest      Monday, November 24 2003      Volume 01 : Number 1273



In this issue:

-áááááá Re: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!
-áááááá Re: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!
-áááááá Re: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!
-áááááá MtMan-List: An old man's hunt
-áááááá MtMan-List: An Old Man's Hunt
-áááááá Re: MtMan-List: An Old Man's Hunt
-áááááá MtMan-List: parfleche-s ?

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Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 11:47:11 -0700
From: "Ben" <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!

Way to go Beaverboy! I agree with you. The hunt is the thing...moreso now
that I'm old and stove up than it was twenty years ago when I could run up
and down the mountains. I love sitting in the early dawn, just as the world
wakes up, listening to the first chirp of the birds, and rustle of the
ground squirrels, watching as the darkness fades to first light. I used to
hunt black powder, then switched to archery when Utah made us pick a season,
now I'm old and weak and my shoulder won't take the stress of an eighty
pound draw weight bow, I'm switching back. Gonna get me a flinter. I've been
paying careful attention to all the posts and have a pretty good idea of
what I want. Now I have to scrape the dollars to get it. But that's half the
fun...if everything came easy it wouldn't be any satisfaction at all.
Glad you had a good hunt......and wishing you all many more.
Ben
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Subject: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!


> Dear List,
>    I got my buck last night! After 22 mornings or evenings at my stand and
> roughly 35 hours in it (including one -18 below morning!) I had a good
> shot on a small 4x4 whitetail buck chasing a doe. He stopped roughly 25
> yards away from me at broadside.
>    The ball past clean through him and took out the lungs. He died
> after a short run.
>    This makes the fifth buck in five years with my fusee, all were taken
> with one shot through the chest.
>    Had many does and spikes walk very near me but wanted a little bigger
> buck. Saw two good size bucks too but they never gave me a shot. Could
> have held out for a bigger one but times running out and I haven't had
> a good nights rest in 3 weeks!
>    Saw lots of wildlife while on my stand all those hours. Had thousands
> of geese, both Snow and Canadians, fly over me everyday some only 20
> feet above. Saw Trumpeter Swans, Red Fox, lots of song birds, pheasant
> and some ones Black Lab came by twice.
>    Though not my biggest buck he is another true trophy to me. When you
> can kill any deer with one shot from a flintlock consider it a trophy.
>    It's all about the quality of the hunt. That buck never knew what hit
> him and he died quickly. 1 shot-1 kill, thats what it's all about. At
> least to me.
>    I can finally sleep in til 6:00 AM!
>    Good luck to all of you down the trail,
>             bb
>
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Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 12:42:10 -0800
From: "Candi Smith" <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!

Congrats!!
It is a trick to get one...any deer that is.
I got my doe just last week with 3 days to go in our season with my
Mortimer.
This was my first deer and am I ever proud even if it is a doe.
Glad you were able to make meat.

Twostitch/Candi

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Sent: Saturday, November 22, 2003 8:45 AM
Subject: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!


> Dear List,
>    I got my buck last night! After 22 mornings or evenings at my stand and
> roughly 35 hours in it (including one -18 below morning!) I had a good
> shot on a small 4x4 whitetail buck chasing a doe. He stopped roughly 25
> yards away from me at broadside.
>    The ball past clean through him and took out the lungs. He died
> after a short run.
>    This makes the fifth buck in five years with my fusee, all were taken
> with one shot through the chest.
>    Had many does and spikes walk very near me but wanted a little bigger
> buck. Saw two good size bucks too but they never gave me a shot. Could
> have held out for a bigger one but times running out and I haven't had
> a good nights rest in 3 weeks!
>    Saw lots of wildlife while on my stand all those hours. Had thousands
> of geese, both Snow and Canadians, fly over me everyday some only 20
> feet above. Saw Trumpeter Swans, Red Fox, lots of song birds, pheasant
> and some ones Black Lab came by twice.
>    Though not my biggest buck he is another true trophy to me. When you
> can kill any deer with one shot from a flintlock consider it a trophy.
>    It's all about the quality of the hunt. That buck never knew what hit
> him and he died quickly. 1 shot-1 kill, thats what it's all about. At
> least to me.
>    I can finally sleep in til 6:00 AM!
>    Good luck to all of you down the trail,
>             bb
>
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Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 06:47:07 -0700 (MST)
From: [e-mail]
Subject: Re: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!

Twostitch/Candi
  Your first deer?! Thats great! And with a muzzleloader. Congratulations
to you! Anyones first deer is much bigger deal than my hunt. Enjoy all
those fine steaks and hamburger!
  Have a nice Thanksgiving.
        bb



> Congrats!!
> It is a trick to get one...any deer that is.
> I got my doe just last week with 3 days to go in our season with my
> Mortimer.
> This was my first deer and am I ever proud even if it is a doe.
> Glad you were able to make meat.
>
> Twostitch/Candi
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: <[e-mail]>
> To: <[e-mail]>
> Sent: Saturday, November 22, 2003 8:45 AM
> Subject: MtMan-List: A Buck at last!
>
>
>> Dear List,
>>    I got my buck last night! After 22 mornings or evenings at my stand
>> and
>> roughly 35 hours in it (including one -18 below morning!) I had a good
>> shot on a small 4x4 whitetail buck chasing a doe. He stopped roughly 25
>> yards away from me at broadside.
>>    The ball past clean through him and took out the lungs. He died
>> after a short run.
>>    This makes the fifth buck in five years with my fusee, all were taken
>> with one shot through the chest.
>>    Had many does and spikes walk very near me but wanted a little bigger
>> buck. Saw two good size bucks too but they never gave me a shot. Could
>> have held out for a bigger one but times running out and I haven't had
>> a good nights rest in 3 weeks!
>>    Saw lots of wildlife while on my stand all those hours. Had thousands
>> of geese, both Snow and Canadians, fly over me everyday some only 20
>> feet above. Saw Trumpeter Swans, Red Fox, lots of song birds, pheasant
>> and some ones Black Lab came by twice.
>>    Though not my biggest buck he is another true trophy to me. When you
>> can kill any deer with one shot from a flintlock consider it a trophy.
>>    It's all about the quality of the hunt. That buck never knew what hit
>> him and he died quickly. 1 shot-1 kill, thats what it's all about. At
>> least to me.
>>    I can finally sleep in til 6:00 AM!
>>    Good luck to all of you down the trail,
>>             bb
>>
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Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 00:10:58 -0800
From: "roger lahti" <[e-mail]>
Subject: MtMan-List: An old man's hunt

The old man had done this many times before but each time is special and
this trip into the woods after meat was no different. He carried a long
rifle, flint, .62 cal. throwing a .60 ball in front of about 85 grains of
3fg GOEX. He had used other powders over the years but always came back to
this brand and this granulation. It seemed to work best in most of his guns.
He had always favored the round ball for it's sure killing power on game and
the flint lock for it's reliability. He'd tried the new fangled percussion
guns but didn't like them.

It had been warm the last time he went out to make meat, back in early Oct.
He'd gotten a nice mule deer doe and it was hot work taking care of the meat
before it spoiled. Not unusually warm because an Indian summer is to be
expected in this part of the NW interior in the first weeks of October.  But
now it was November and it had gotten very cold very fast. Not killing cold
but the small streams had frozen and the larger Palouse River that he hunted
near had ice forming on it. Maybe 20 degrees and dropping. 2 below had been
reported at night in the river bottoms this far up from the Snake. There had
been snow the night before, not a lot but enough to track.


This evening's hunt promised to be a cold wait for an animal to give herself
up, but it would be done if he were to eat well this winter. His usual habit
was to walk slowly through the hunting grounds, it was not his nature to
stand still or set. Got stove up too easily doing that these days. He pulled
the warm Canadian cap down over his ears and the collar of his Great Coat
around his neck and slowly made his way down the steep slope to the old
orchard below. One careful step at a time on the new snow and the dry grass
it only slightly covered. This was not the time to make noise nor worse to
slip and hurt himself. Not at his age. Didn't bounce back like when he was
young.

It took a quarter of an hour to work down the 100 yards to the edge of the
first level of the old orchard. He stood for a long time carefully watching
the openings between the big pines that had encroached and the brush that
was once fine fruit trees. This country had a lot of history in it and his
people had come from here on his mothers side. It felt good to be back
wandering country that his great granddad and his mother's father's brothers
had wandered close to 100 years ago. He watched the thickets off to the
sides, the little deer trails that wound their way through, looking for
movement or something out of place. A shape. A part of a body.

After a long number of minutes it was time to slip a bit further down the
hill past that first level to the short slope between the two. He found a
spot where he could see across the level just pasted and down into openings
on the next level below. More cold minutes pass and the light fades even
more. It had been 2:30 when he started down the slope and it now was past
3:30. There was hardly an hour of light left.

Movement. Off to the right. Legs, just legs but a deer none-the-less moving
his way. He stiffened in anticipation only to see it turn away before coming
into full view. More waiting, perhaps another slow shuffle to the left to
open up a better view of the clearing below. Just a couple feet to the left,
stop and wait again. Movement! Now off to his left on the upper level, same
level as his head. A doe looking his way, not fully in the open but clearly
not a buck. Looks like a fawn from this spring but it turns away and fades
into the brush. Stand still and wait again. Minutes pass. It's cold, not too
cold with all he has on but cold. And it's not getting any lighter. Thanks
to the snow there is more "perceived light" but with clouds and the time of
year it will be dark soon.

There! On the lower level maybe 50 yards away, perhaps a bit more, a doe
walks out from his left. Is it the fawn he saw? No this is a nice fat mature
whitetail doe. She feeds along in a slow walk moving into the open not
suspecting for an instant that he is waiting for just the right moment in
time. He's already thumbed the cock back while holding the front trigger
back so there has been no "click,click" of the tumbler and sear. There's a
fresh flint in the jaws held with a piece of brain tan. He's been practicing
his shooting when he's had time. The game deserved nothing less than his
best shot. Everything that can be done in anticipation of this moment has
been done. Now to play it out.

Almost perfect position now. The rifle comes up and the trigger is set. The
sights are carefully lined up mid chest just behind the front leg. Hold and
squeeze and its done. The doe stagers a bit in her walk and then runs
towards the brush to the right. He follows her with his eyes till she
seemingly disappears but there is a jumble of motion just for a moment and
then silence. The old orchard had come alive at the shot and her running
with several other deer  he had not even seen, but it seems unimportant now.
Those other deer were irrelevant. This was a dance just for the two of them.

The rifle is quickly reloaded and reprimed from the buffalo horn he wears at
his side and a bullet board hung from his neck before he moves. Down to
where she had been when he shot and there are the tracks in the snow but no
blood. A few yards on up her trail where she had to go by a large pine and
over a tangle of old fence he finds the first blood spatters. The trail for
the next few yards is easy to follow, not from the blood but from the
churned up pine needles and snow as she tried to gain the safety of the
brush. There, just behind that bush she lays finished. The big ball had gone
all the way through and broken one leg. It was a matter of a few seconds
from shot to death. The way it should be. Now the work begins.

As seems to always be his habit he cuts his thumb as he makes the first cut
dressing the carcass almost as though their blood should mingle in reverence
and Thanks Giving for the life taken and the life renewed. A quick movement
up to the neck under the skin and then carefully through the abdominal wall
and along the sternum and ribs on one side to open up the body cavity.
Another careful cut at the neck and the windpipe is severed along with the
food tube. No need to make a messy cut across the throat. The deer has bled
out internally from that always fatal "through the lights" shot he has used
so many times before. A few more simple cuts to trim away the diaphragm and
then around the vent to loosen it's inner pinnings and everything that will
be left to "Coyote the Trickster" comes free. Some split the pelvic bone but
this is un-needed. Just opens up meat to dirt and hair. The blood is used to
wash out the body cavity and its time to prepare for the trip out of the
woods.

A piece of line is hitched at it's middle around the lower jaw just behind
the front teeth, then around the forelegs to draw them together and then
it's two loose ends are fastened to a short stout piece of pine found laying
handily nearby. His partner has come to help but the gutting is done swiftly
and only one knife is needed. Working together they easily drag the deer out
of the woods. A quick stop to thank the landowner for his generosity in
letting them hunt and they head for home.

At the house the deer is hauled up by the hind legs with a pulley and gimble
after a quick removal of the front and hind legs. The old man knows that
certain things need to be done in a certain order. A circle cut around each
leg just below each "knee" in front and below the hocks in back exposes a
joint that he can break over his knee to finish with cuts of the tendons. No
need of a saw. Starting slits are made down the backs of each leg to the
base of the tail and to the chest to give the hide it's best shape, a
square. With fisted hands and a good grip on the hide it is "stripped" off
in no time, hardly having to resort to a knife, only cutting where
connecting tissue will stubbornly not let the hide pull free. The hide is
stripped around the neck almost at the head and a clever cut around the neck
just below the head and it can be twisted breaking the connection to the
body, then a cut to sever those tendons and the job is done.

Time for a relaxing drink, a hot meal and to bed. Tomorrow is devoted to
pheasants and Hungarian Partridge. Today was the deer's day and it is over.

YMOS
Capt. Lahti'


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Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 10:16:40 -0600
From: "Bob Funkhouser" <[e-mail]>
Subject: MtMan-List: An Old Man's Hunt

Hello Capt.,
Congratulations on your success and especially your sharing of your time and
talents with us.  I relived your adventure.  Good luck on your upcoming
hunts.

Regards,

blackknight


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Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 09:39:07 -0800
From: "roger lahti" <[e-mail]>
Subject: Re: MtMan-List: An Old Man's Hunt

Thanks blackknight and good hunting to you.

Capt. Lahti'



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Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 13:57:00 -0600
From: "Frank Fusco" <[e-mail]>
Subject: MtMan-List: parfleche-s ?

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Frank
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