Well it was a beautiful day. 80 degrees, no wind, bright sun, a lots of biting flies that love to attack when the sweat drips into your eyes.
I got out the custom .54 caliber flintlock rifle. This was made by TVM to my specifications and it sure is a beauty. I was shooting 90 grains of Schuetzen 2f Black Powder by volume, a moose milk pillow tick patch, and a home cast .530 roundball. The target was set at 62 yards. It was kind of neat because it was somewhat hidden in the under growth of the woods, But I could see it well. And the german silver front sight showed up perfect in those shadows.
I was doing all but a few shots off the bench. I tried some free hand. And actually this swamped barrel helps with free hand shoot a lot. While not dead accuate, for me it was close.
I collected a couple of patches after shooting. And they looked real good. Not torn or messed up to bad. Other then dirty. I had to swab the rifle after each shot. I discovered that the last time I shot. But today I was swabbing with MAP. Just a light damp patch, run down, then taken out. The rifle would then sit up and by the time I went and checked the target and stuff, the barrel was ready to load again.
The first shot on the clean barrel kind of surprised me I admit. Then it started to lay them in the area I expected. Shot five I tried free hand. And I think I found the way to shoot this swamped barrel free hand... do it in a hurry. The rifle balances beautiful. And comes to your eye quick. So I pulled it up, balanced it, and as it made the first pass on the bull, I squeezed off. Granted I was high and left. But normally I might not have come anywhere close to that bulls eye.
And being the 4th, something should blow up. So I set out a 1/2 gallon milk jug filled with water. When that ball hit that jug, the most perfect shower occurred down range. I was surprised the shot hit as high as it did. But a hit is a hit.
But it was hot out there. A real sweat maker. And the bugs learned that sweat washed off the Cutters bug juice and began attacking me. So I called it a day and came back inside.
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, a total wreck with a big smile on your face."