it was cold and it was windy and it snowed and snowed and snowed...i was thinking how it might have been back in the day where center fire rifles didn't exist. it had to been tough. you had to rely on your hunting skills and hope that your flinter would go off and hope you hit what you was shooting at. hunting with a flintlock comes second to a bow. both are tough at this time of the year and the cold makes even harder. but i am sure there is alot that we will never experience in the day. but the little bit i did experience, will be something i will never forget.
northern butler co. was 8degrees on sat with the wind it was probaly around 10 to 15 below but i hunted all day wife said i was NUTS but i had funseen alot of deer got back to camp had about inch and ahalf of ice on my beard but i wouldnt have it any other way
Was out about 6 hours Saturday afternoon pushing for a few buds of mine. Brutal to say the least. We had one failure to fire and a clean miss. Lots of deer seen as they were up on the feet fueling their furnaces.
Glad I was tagged out (got my last one to help feed 2 families on Dec 31st w/ the smokepole). It'd been a cold hunt for sure...been there done that. I remember a number of years ago, hunting in minus degrees and it was so cold the barrel of my smokepole was literally covered w/ ice. Not fun....but hey, anyday in the woods is a good day. I miss it already...
I don't think that excuse is going to fly but nice trying.
I hunt with fingerless gloves and I can remember a year that was colder than this past weekend. I had been keeping my hands in my coat pockets while on stand and noticed two deer approaching. I shouldered my Jaeger, cocked the hammer and set the trigger in preparation for a shot. As I waited for the deer to clear a tree, which only took a couple of minutes, I lost all sensation in my fingers...all of them. I brought the gun down and it felt like I had two clubs for hands. I flipped the frizzen open with the back of my left hand, dumped the priming powder and then placed the gun between my knees while I tried to trip the trigger and let the hammer down. My gosh I still remember how my fingers burnt when I managed to get them back in my pockets. The things we won't do to have a little fun with our flintlocks.
It was real cold here in northern Cambria county but I was dressed for it.....problem wasn't with the cold for me. Upon opening the truck door and seeing that the bottom of my door was level with the height of the snow I had 2nd thoughts. Well after a short walk into the woods with the snow up to the top of my rubber boots (about 15 inches) I figured it best that I not end up with frozen feet and gave up. Yea, I'm a wimp (never denied being a fair weather hunter!!) getting kinda old and was afraid I might end up shooting a deer!