Mmm, muzzleloaders.

I've only fired one on a single occasion, but I'll never forget it. Something about the way black powder smells, I think.

I've only hunted pheasant so far, though that's mostly lack of opportunity rather than lack of desire. The pheasant hunt left me with a long-standing (to this day, in fact) legacy: I'm the Duck Hunt Guy. If you remember that old NES game, when you shot a duck there'd be a puff of feathers. Well... I did that to the pheasant.

In my defense, I think I scared up the stupidest pheasant ever to live. It took off at a 45-degree angle up and directly away from me, and it was fat and slow. I couldn't have asked for a better target.

In theory I'm taking my son out to teach him rifle this summer. It depends on how the rest of the school year shapes up. We'll see. :)

--sofaspud
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