Black Powder Season opens tomorrow (Saturday) in Georgia. The weather where I live in the southeast corner of the state is supposed to be cool and dry. I have found a fair amount of acorns around my stand and several scrapes. I will update as the season progresses.

It opens Thursday here in MD. I have 250lbs of apples and 200lbs of corn out in between my two tree stands,not to mention the acorns that mother nature provided.

I am excited!

In the afternoon, I was on the edge of a swamp that forms a funnel between two feeding areas. 5 does decided to walk through. One of them went home with me. I may have seen a buck if I had waited, but it was getting late in the evening, and I like to take a few does each year anyway to help keep the herd size manageable. It was a neck shot at about 45 yards. She never knew what hit her.

Smallfish

I am waiting until Friday and Saturday I hunt Cambridge.

Dale, don't know if you heard my bad news or not. Decided to slip hunt the swamp heading North to where I saw a buck cross the road into that neck of woods to scout a location for next weekend. Found two right side sheds from last year in a place right where the pines met the swamp. Then I heard some crashing around in the pines. I grunted on the grunt call and a nice 8 point stepped out of the brush coming right at me at 20 yards, wind in my face. Nice setup.

I lowered the Lyman Flintlock GPR and looked for a shot. He got spooky and ran off about 20 yards, I grunted again and stopped him, and he turned around, but got spooky again and took off. I grunted again.

Just then to my left a bigger buck stepped out not 12 yards from me. I swung the gun and fired. The humidity must have done something to the powder, because I heard it fizz and then KABAM!

But I didn't hit the deer. Either I flinched between the black powder spark and the ignition or and what I think happened, was looking underneath the disk iron sight right down the barrel, in which case I would have shot under the deer. Needless to say, next week I have a date with destiny. This time with a scope and my 50 cal.

I was beside myself disappointed. This is the second time I have ever missed a deer, and the last one I killed a week after I missed him. I cut my own shirt tail.

ARGH!!!!

Jimmy,

Too bad, but that's muzzleloading. I'll be across the road from you next weekend right back where I was this weekend. You run 'em across the road, I'll shoot 'em.

I'll make you a deal, I'll shoot them, you clean them.