Shovelbuck
Active Member
Not a deer but a juicy fall turkey.
I wish everyone could experience the feeling that came over me when I shot this bearded hen this evening. It wasn't the hunt itself but the thoughts that rushed through my mind as I watched the bird breath it's last.
How many years had it been since this shotgun put meat on the table? 100 years? Nobody will ever know. When this gun was built, right before the Civil War, our forefathers literally hunted to survive. It was a necessity. I sat there and silently thanked the previous owners for taking such great care of the gun that allowed me to feed my family.
I wish I knew the history behind the gun but unfortunately that has been lost to time. I hope I can make plenty of my own with it in years to come.
I wish everyone could experience the feeling that came over me when I shot this bearded hen this evening. It wasn't the hunt itself but the thoughts that rushed through my mind as I watched the bird breath it's last.
How many years had it been since this shotgun put meat on the table? 100 years? Nobody will ever know. When this gun was built, right before the Civil War, our forefathers literally hunted to survive. It was a necessity. I sat there and silently thanked the previous owners for taking such great care of the gun that allowed me to feed my family.
I wish I knew the history behind the gun but unfortunately that has been lost to time. I hope I can make plenty of my own with it in years to come.