So, on Thursday December 22 I found myself up in my tree stand with a 57 3/4" flintlock longrifle (for the first time: previously always on the ground). @ 8:57AM I spy legs moving through the pines opposite the wooded runoff ravine to my right. Behind that runoff ditch is that transition band of pasture that precedes the actual hardwoods: small Pines and Thorny Locust trees and briar bushes that every Midwestern hunter is probably familiar with. Now I shot two deer with my modern rifle in that exact spot in November (cheated big time this year) by swinging the rifle over and shooting left handed.
With a scoped '06 this is not issue. However, when the same scenario played out with the Flintier and at even a more extreme angle to the right, I didn't hesitate. I swung the rifle to the left shoulder (no room to move on tiny seat) carefully took aim, remembered that the pan was on the same side as my face and to not "creep up" on the stock, waited and waited and waited for the doe to move out from behind the bushes, and BOOOOM.
Who can guess what happened next???