Two Favorites From My Gun Case - Part 2

Of all the firearms I call mine, my favorite is a Hawken .50 caliber muzzleloader.


Unlike modern guns that have quick-loading, rapid-firing actions, long range telescopic lenses, and superb reliability, durability, and clean-ability, this old muzzleloader only provides one close-range shot, if the powder stays dry, and if the barrel is clean. It doesn't have a scope, it takes a long time to load and clean, and it's not as accurate.

So why own/hunt with it? Because it only provides one close-range shot, it doesn't have a scope, it takes a long time to load and clean, and it's not as accurate. Really it's the same reason that I hunt with a bow instead of a rifle: It's presents a greater challenge.

To shoot it you have to load everything down the muzzle of the barrel, hence the name: muzzleloader. First you measure and pour the gun powder down the barrel.


Then you place a lead ball on a patch of cloth...


...and shove it down the barrel with the ramrod.


The spark that lights the powder for this style of muzzleloader comes from a percussion cap that you place over a small hole at the back of the barrel.


It is actually made of the same stuff that caps for a child's cap gun are made of. When you pull the trigger the hammer falls and busts the cap, which shoots sparks into the barrel igniting the powder.


The powder ignites and blows up, creating lots of pressure that pushes the ball down and out the barrel toward its target. My buddy demonstrates:


I built the gun myself...well...I sanded, shaped, and stained the stock, blued the barrel, polished the brass, and put it togeher. It came in a kit.


Because I built the gun I know every flaw, like where I sanded it too much or not enough, or how I put the front sight on a little crooked. I remember where I predrilled a screw hole just off center and now one of the screws in the butt plate sticks out a little. I know all its imperfections because I caused them, yet I like that fact. It's more personal, and really it's more rewarding to hunt with a weapon that I helped make. Like fooling a fish with a fly that I tied.

In addition to all of this, there's the rich history behind these guns that really makes it my favorite. If I could take a vacation to any point in time, it would be to the days of frontiersmen and early American homesteaders; to days when cast iron cookware and covered wagons were common, and camp was home rather than an escape from it. Imagine the pictures I'd bring home from that vacation.


In those days a Hawken muzzleloader was the gun to have; the top-of-the-line in firearm technology. I'll tell you more about my passion for that aspect of this gun when I shoot a great plains whitetail with it this coming winter.

Two Favorites From My Gun Case - Part 1

A little while ago I bought a new gun. Well... I actually traded a handgun that I rarely ever used (and truthfully didn't really like anymore) for a brand new .17 HMR rifle and scope:

I didn't really need a new rimfire rifle, but does anyone ever really need one? I admit I was motivated by the incredible price I found, (as a result of all the "gotta-stock-up-on-handguns-and-ammo-before-Obama-takes-'em-away" hype that so many bought into out here). It has quickly become my second favorite of the guns that I own.

For those who don't know, a .17 HMR is a relatively new caliber that is as cheap to shoot as a .22 Magnum, but it has a much flatter trajectory, higher speeds, and better accuracy. It's basically a .22 mag case that has been necked down to .17 inches:


Mine has a heavy target barrel for better accuracy. I can't wait to take it back to the Utah desert for extra long shots at jackrabbits in the sagebrush, although I enjoy using it out here as well. Maybe this summer I'll put my crosshairs on that coyote that tried to eat Rudy last Fall.

Stay tuned for my favorite gun.

Natural Photography

I used to own a really nice camera. Through its lens I discovered how beautiful the natural world in which we live actually is. This post is just a few of my pictures from back then.




I like photography in general, but something about capturing the world as it occurs naturally, unaltered by human presence, draws me. That kind of beauty doesn't need to be created or formed. It already exists, (albeit sometimes for only a split second)...


...and is just waiting to be experienced by a lucky few.


I do see the beauty in man made...



But for me it just doesn't compare to the natural kind. Like when smoke from a distant brush fire fills the evening sky and intensifies the setting sun's glow on the already amber and orange autumn leaves, making it feel like the world is on fire...


Or when a floating rain-ship hovers low over a high alpine meadow...


I think a good outdoor photo can tell an amazing story, leaving you wondering, "How did that happen?"...


...or "How does that happen?"...


...and especially "Why does this happen?"


I suppose there is plenty of beauty in Los Angeles and places like it. I just prefer this kind:



My "Good Luck" Truck



Private land, shmivate land. No need to vent my "lack-of-private-land-access" frustration today because yesterday I was finally able to shoot a turkey on land as public as it gets. My wife is convinced it was because yesterday was the first time I ever took my new truck hunting.


Who knows if the truck had anything to do with it, but there must have been some luck involved because those public-land birds are so call shy. It's late in the season and by now most of the hens are sitting on eggs, but the gobblers are still looking for love, so you'd think they'd come looking for a hen if you can make yourself sound like one. Instead, they just quietly sneak away whenever we call to them. To get close to this bird my buddy and I had to crawl through mud behind a small hill in order to "head 'em off at the pass". When I thought we were close I peeked up over the hill....


...and saw seven gobblers within 45 yards...


Turkeys don't smell you like deer or elk, but their vision is incredibly keen, and if they see any movement they're gone and your hunt is over. My heart was pounding out of my chest but somehow I was able to make a clean shot on a good bird.


For those of you who don't know, the beard and spurs on a turkey are a way of telling how old it is, like the antlers of a deer, or weight of a fish.

The older the animal --> the smarter it is.
The smarter it is --> the harder it is to hunt.
The harder it is to hunt --> the more bragging rights you can claim.

Personally, I think the location you hunt, (the hunting pressure they feel), also contributes to their smarts and makes them more of a trophy. Certainly I worked my little turkey-loving butt off to get this one; spending weeks learning their habits, where they roost, where they feed, etc. But like I've said before, the pursuit is 95% of the fun. Having a wild turkey Sunday dinner with friends is the sweet icing on the cake.

The Pain of Private Land

For someone like me, relatively new to turkey hunting, and brand new to the state of Nebraska, shooting a turkey here this year would be an accomplishment well worth my limited hunting time.

(can you hear 'em gobbling?)

I'm having a lot of fun, but I'm frustrated, and I need somewhere to vent, so here it comes. The problem so far has not been the lack of turkeys, but the lack of turkey-filled land on which I have permission to hunt. Finding birds is one thing, but getting close to them (legally) is quite another. Back home hunting is not who you know, but how hard you're willing to work for it. Here you can work as hard as you want, right up until you see this:


Maybe I'm just bummed because this morning my buddies and I got so close, but were again held back by that bothersome barbed wire. Ok I'm over it.

Here are a couple more random turkey clips. And just for fun, in the second video I threw in some footage of a little buck with this year's antlers just starting to grow.



You can almost feel my friend's frustration as he sits in the grass, looking out through the barbed wire (he's the thing that looks like a stump). Unlike us law-bound predators, the turkeys are free to cross the fences; trying to talk them into it, though, is a daunting challenge, especially for someone as inexperienced as I am with Nebraska's wildfowl. Hopefully a future post will include a picture of me sitting behind a big turkey tail fan. I've learned one thing though, meat or no meat, I LOVE time spent chasing them. I'm a turkey hunting addict.

Tying Trout Flies

When I lived in Pocatello I met Dave; a fly fisherman who above all anglers I've ever met deserves the title "avid". He showed me how to tie his favorite weapon for the salmonfly hatch: The Arnold Stone.


Because it's really just a bulked-up version of a regular stonefly pattern, he named it after the famous bulked-up body builder turned actor and governor. Personally, I would have chosen a different name, but since he created it, it's not mine to change. I gotta give credit where credit is due.

In June a good friend of mine is going to fish the salmonfly hatch in Idaho. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. Talking to him has got me thinking about tying trout flies again. I love tying flies. Making them is often as much fun as fishing them. Here are some photos from when I learned to tie Dave's fly. The hackle should be longer, the elk-hair wing should extend over the body farther, and I should have added more crystal flash, but give me a break - it was the first time I ever tried it.

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Recipe
Thread: Orange 6/0.
Tail: A clump of black antron dubbing to resemble an egg sack.
Abdomen: Orange and black ice dubbing, segmented, & grizzly hackle.
Wing: Green crystal flash, violet CDC tuft, & elk hair.
Legs: Brown or black rubber legs, knotted.
Thorax: Orange ice dubbing & grizzly hackle.
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Another favorite salmonfly I use, often when I find I'm too early or too late for the hatch, is a salmonfly nymph. It only takes a week or so for them to hatch into adults, mate, lay eggs, and die; but before that they live in a nymphal stage for up to four years underwater, so the trout are very familiar with them.


I made this one up so I get to name it. Any ideas? Here's how it's tied:


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Recipe
Thread: Black 6/0.
Tail and Antennae: Black goose biots.
Abdomen: Lead wire, filler, black antron dubbing, black D-rib.
Wing Case: Black swiss straw.
Legs: Black flex floss.
Thorax: Black antron dubbing.
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