In all seriousness ladies and gentlemen...
Who's ready to touch one off!, come'on you know you're excited about the 26th of December. Who cares about Christmas, the only present under a pine tree for me is a bedded deer. Snow on the ground, 18 degrees, frozen toes, a mis-fire...why not. Iron sights, getting frustrated when they're out of range and you're at the point where you'd sell your soul for a 4X scope. Finding elaborate makeshift umbrellas to drape over your pan in the freezing rain. Getting to touch one off even if you didn't see jack, just because you have to unload it....spending the 30 minutes cleaning your barrel because you're paranoid of rust. Soaking in that beautiful aroma of sulfur smoke.
I try to fill my doe tag in rifle, but now when I don't it's great knowing you have an excuse to get up in the mountains for flintlock.
"Keep yer powder dry "
Wampire - going harder, longer and deeper since 1984.