Besides riding motorcycles, I'm also an avid hunter. There's the allure of going back to our roots as hunter/gatherers and being personally involved in acquiring healthy, hormone and antibiotic free sustenance for the table. It's much easier to just go to the grocery store for steaks, but I'd rather supplement that method with a method that involves physical exertion on the mountains and fields of our beautiful country.
So I left my FJR in the garage south of Seattle and headed to north central Washington state to hunt for deer with my Muzzleloading rifle. Although I own more modern weapons, it's that going back to our roots thing that compels me to use a rifle that requires you to measure and pour black powder into the end of the barrel and then ram a bullet after it. Place a musket cap on the other end and I'm ready to harvest a Buck. Mind you that it takes at least a minute to reload, so no rapid fire possible.
Sneaking downhill through the timber in North central WA looking for deer, I heard a stick snap behind me. Turning around, I see a mountain lion about 10 yards uphill behind me ready to pounce.
I guess I wasn't the only hunter in the woods that day because this cat was stalking me. :shock: A quick shot from my muzzleloader coincided with it launching itself toward me. I dodged to the side and prepared to do battle with my muzzleloader that was now as useful as a club or a dull spear. It landed where I had been standing and I expected it to pivot and come for me. Thank God my shot was true and it only took one step after landing before tipping over dead.
In the mountains, something has to die so another animal can live. I just never expected that I would be the potential meal. As it turned out, I now have some yummy steaks in the freezer and a future large taxidermy bill when my full mount is competed in a year or so.
A hunt to remember for a lifetime.
The Cougar did leave it's mark on me physically (as well as mentally). Not wanting to ruin the hide by dragging it out of the woods like I would do with a deer if it was reasonably close to a road (especially downhill - I LOVE downhill drags
), I chose to carry it out of the woods which left blood on my neck. In the future, I'll carry it to the road before gutting it.
So I left my FJR in the garage south of Seattle and headed to north central Washington state to hunt for deer with my Muzzleloading rifle. Although I own more modern weapons, it's that going back to our roots thing that compels me to use a rifle that requires you to measure and pour black powder into the end of the barrel and then ram a bullet after it. Place a musket cap on the other end and I'm ready to harvest a Buck. Mind you that it takes at least a minute to reload, so no rapid fire possible.
Sneaking downhill through the timber in North central WA looking for deer, I heard a stick snap behind me. Turning around, I see a mountain lion about 10 yards uphill behind me ready to pounce.
In the mountains, something has to die so another animal can live. I just never expected that I would be the potential meal. As it turned out, I now have some yummy steaks in the freezer and a future large taxidermy bill when my full mount is competed in a year or so.
A hunt to remember for a lifetime.
The Cougar did leave it's mark on me physically (as well as mentally). Not wanting to ruin the hide by dragging it out of the woods like I would do with a deer if it was reasonably close to a road (especially downhill - I LOVE downhill drags