A collection of bedtime stories - or sharpshooter & sniper tales

Jack Hinson

I just today discovered this thread. I will eventually read all of it because it is so interesting. I did a search for and quotes about Jack Hinson (since he was from my stomping grounds), but found only one reference about the book on him. I'm not a typist, so operating a keyboard is tedious and frustrating (I try to correct my mis-types). But in this post and following ones I'll give you all some interesting quotes from Tom C. McKenney's "Jack Hinson's One-Man War".

p.166: ...his favorite vantage point... would be in southwest Stewart County, a high and rugged bluff overlooking the Tennessee River at the mouth of Hurricane Creek. From there...he would exact a terrible toll on men and morale aboard Grant's gunboats and transports.

p.176: The rifle...had a full stock...made of tiger maple. The unusually heavy, octagonal barrel was 41 inches long from muzzle to tang, nearly 1.5 inches in outside diameter, and bored to .50 caliber. ... Jack's new rifle weighed eighteen pounds.

Hinson's first two targets were the Union lieutenant and sergeant who had executed and beheaded his two sons. He dispatched them in short-range ambushes on separate occasions. Personal vendetta fed, he began his methodical long-range sniping of Union river traffic.

p. 254: The thing that made his firing point perfect was the location of the river's channel... The passage was narrow, close in, and the current was both swift and powerful. Southbound boats not only had to pass right under Jack's bluff, but they moved...so slowly as to be almost stationary targets.
 
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I'm continuing some excerpts from Tom C. McKenney's "Jack Hinson's One-Man War".

Perched in his bluff hideout, Hinson observed a US Navy gunboat straining to make headway against the current running through the "chute".

p. 256: There was no wind; the range was about six hundred yards..... Before the report of the rifle reached the boat, the captain was slammed to his knees...

On another day, Hinson targeted a transport carrying a company of infantry troops. He chose the most senior man on the deck. His bullet struck the captain in the left-center chest, passed through him, and buried itself in a lieutenant's leg. On page 266, he again shoots a Union officer on another Union boat.

The book continues on recounting several more sniping situations, giving ample time to the event where Hinson made several kills on a heavily-laden Union cargo ship.

p. 297: From high above, Jack Hinson wondered if his old eyes were playing tricks on him...the captain had surrendered his boat - to him. He had captured the boat, complete with cargo, deck guns, surviving crew, and the embarked infantry unit, weapons and all. although the captain didn't realize it, he had placed his entire ship at the feet of one amazed old man.

I'm done with typing for now. I highly recommend this book. It is an easy read, is interesting, and might influence someone to make a reproduction of Jack Hinson's rifle.

THR rocks.
 
It.was.never.clear.to.me.whether.Hinsons.rifle.fired.a.conical.or.round.ball.
 
Other computer's bad keyboard compelled me to use periods to space the words.

This past Monday I visited the National Park's Wash-ita Battlefield (actually massacre) site and bought the book, Wash-ita Memories. It's a compilation of first hand accounts from both sides and includes the list of Custer's sharpshooters. This corps d' elite was excused from normal camp duty so that they may maintain and refine their shooting skills.
 
Bought a helluva lot of books in 2018. Still researching the black powder sharpshooter/
Quite a number of officers were sitting together just before dark eating their supper of coffee and hard tack, when the bugler of the regiment, who was sitting near, was shot through the heart and killed instantly. No one could tell where the shot came from. He was just raising his spoon to his mouth, when he fell over dead.

The above happened at Vicksburg during the Civil War.
 
On the contrary, Gary, I HIGHLY recommend a trip to Cairo, if for no other reason than to stand at the point where the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers come together.

The town has some very interesting old architecture, as well, and it's neat to watch the river traffic go by.

I've read some of the contemporary descriptions of Cairo back when it was a very busy river port. It must have been something else.

Let me know when you'll be in town and I'll try to arrange my schedule this time.
I think you mean where the Ohio and Mississippi come together.
 
John W. “Jack” Hinson, better known as “Old Jack” to his family, was a prosperous farmer in Stewart County, Tennessee. A non-political man, he opposed secession from the Union even though he owned slaves. Friends and neighbors described him as a peaceable man, yet despite all this, he would end up going on a one-man killing spree.

Even when one of their sons joined the Confederate Army, while another joined a militia group, Jack remained strictly neutral. They were content to manage their plantation despite the ongoing conflict.

Since many in the region were sympathetic to the Confederacy, some turned to guerrilla tactics to deal with the better armed and trained Union soldiers. These were called bushwhackers, because they hid in the woods where they could attack Union troops before fading back into the wild.

In the fall of 1862, Jack’s 22-year-old son George Hinson, and his 17-year-old brother, Jack, went deer hunting about a mile from their home as they always did. Unfortunately, they came across a Union patrol who suspected them of being bushwhackers.

The boys were tied to a tree then shot, after which their bodies were dragged back to town. There the corpses were paraded around the Dover courthouse square as an example of the Union’s zero-tolerance policy toward resistance. The remains were then decapitated and left there, while the heads were brought to the Hinson plantation.

Before the entire family, the heads were stuck on two gate posts as an example of Union justice. The lieutenant in charge wanted to arrest the Hinsons for their relationship to the two alleged bushwhackers but was informed about Grant’s stay on the property. He was also told that the major general would not take kindly to any mistreatment of the surviving Hinsons, so they were left alone.

Of Scottish-Irish descent, Jack could not let the murders of his sons go unpunished. He buried his children’s remains, then sent the rest of his family and slaves to West Tennessee to stay with relatives.

He then commissioned a special 0.50 caliber rifle with a percussion-cap muzzle-loader. Besides its lack of decorative brass ornamentation, this rifle was also unique because it had a 41” long octagonal barrel that weighed 17 pounds. The length of the barrel ensured that he could accurately hit targets from half a mile away.

As to the octagonal shape, it was based on the Whitworth Rifle. With its hexagonal barrel, it could shoot farther (2,000 yards) and more accurately than the Pattern 1853 Enfield (1,400 yards) with its traditional round rifled barrel.

Moving into a cave above the Tennessee River, Jack became a bushwhacker at the age of 57.

His first target was the lieutenant who ordered his sons shot and beheaded. The man was killed as he rode in front of his column. The second target was the soldier who placed the heads on the gateposts. It didn’t take the Union long to connect the dots, so they burned down the abandoned Hinson plantation.

The most spectacular story of his sniping career was when an entire boat of Union soldiers surrendered to him. After Jack fired on the boat, the captain thought he was being attacked by Confederate soldiers. To avoid further bloodshed, the captain beached his boat, raised a white tablecloth, and waited to be captured. But Jack couldn’t possibly handle them all, so he retreated and let them wait.

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Another sharpshooter, though not a user of a black powder firearm:
Simo "Simuna" Häyhä (Finnish pronunciation: [ˈsimo̞ ˈhæy̯ɦæ]; 17 December 1905 – 1 April 2002), nicknamed "White Death" (Russian: Белая смерть, Belaja smert; Finnish: valkoinen kuolema; Swedish: den vita döden) by the Red Army,[2] was a Finnish sniper. Using a Finnish-produced M/28-30 rifle (a variant of the Mosin–Nagant rifle) and a Suomi KP/-31, he reportedly killed 505 men (according to other sources he is credited with 542) during the 1939–40 Winter War, the highest recorded number of sniper kills in any major war.[3][4][5] Häyhä estimated in his diary that he killed more than five hundred Red Army soldiers in the Winter War.[6] Antti Rantama (Häyhä's unit military chaplain) credited Häyhä with 259 confirmed sniper kills and an equal number of kills by machine/submachine gun during the Winter War.[7]
 
@murf - go to the second post of Black Powder Essentials and you'll find a link.

As explained to me by two Finns, Simo's last name is pronounced as "how-hah." I can ask two local Finns to confirm it. And now for another tidbit from the dustbin of hystery.

"The position of our skirmishers was at the brow of a small hill at the foot of which was our reserve.... This was a dangerous spot for a man to show himself. During the fight of the day before Capt. H of General W.'s staff came there to try and reconnoitre the enemy's line but was soon shot dead. Lieutenant Louis A. W. of the same general's staff, came there and borrowed a gun of the men 'to take a shot himself at a rebel,' but he exposed himself and a shot went through his head and he came tumbling down the bank among us.
 
Every morning a detail of men was made from each company as sharpshooters for the ensuing twenty-four hours. For their better protection we placed sand bags made of tents and such like material, on the breastworks, end to end, leaving a space of five or six inches between. By placing another sack on top, and over this opening, we made an excellent porthole through which our sharpshooters returned the enemy's fire. This was kept up with more or less severity day after day for weeks.

Another book of interest:

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"War Chicken

There has been a lot written about General Robert E. Lee, from his unflawed character, his deep conviction and noble leader to him being a traitor.
There is no doubt that Lee has left an indelible mark on America.

While there are many tales to tell of General Lee’s life, one that provides a little chuckle is the story of his “pet” hen Nellie.
Nellie was a black hen that Lee acquired at Petersburg.
The story is relayed by his body servant, William Mack Lee, of how Nellie would daily lay an egg every morning and how fond the general was of Nellie.

But on July 3, 1863 William stated that, “we was all so hongry and I didn't have nuffin in ter cook, dat I was jes' plumb bumfuzzled” and
determined there wasn’t enough to feed all the generals on hand, so he went and cooked up Nellie.
The general was not pleased.
According to William, this was the first, and only time Lee scolded him.
Will said that,

"Marse Robert kep' on scoldin' me mout dat hen.
He never scolded 'bout naything else.
He tol' me I was a fool to kill de her whut lay de golden egg.
Hit made Marse Robert awful sad ter think of anything bein' killed, whedder der 'twas one of his soljers, or his little black hen." " --->>> https://owlcation.com/humanities/10-Little-Known-Facts-About-the-US-Civil-War
 
During the Peninsula Campaign in Spain:

"One day, while a number of men were bathing in the river, a party of French cavalry came in sight. This naturally caused every one to make the best of his way towards the shore, with the exception of a droll fellow, who stood for some time slapping a nameless part in derision of the Frenchmen. On seeing this some of them unloosed their carbines and fired a shot or two at our hero, who then thought proper to fly. Some of the 60th Riflemen turned out from their quarters on hearing the noise; and by discharging a few shot, soon made the horsemen scamper out of sight."

It may have been mentioned earlier, but the 5/60 Royal Americans was the first fully rifle armed, green jacketed riflemen in the British Army. With all the amalgamation of regiments in the British Army, it still exists as The Rifles with the 60th regimental motto given by Wolfe: Celer et Audax. Swift and Bold.
 
OK, for the past two years I have been researching WW II sniping. I had a jump start as many of the books I'm citing I read decades ago. Then there's a lot of fresh material that heretofore have been overlooked by others. One of the things it compelled me to do is to buy more bookcases and reorganize the library which is a work in progress.

In the Vosges Mountains, an American sniper was busying reloading his rifle. If you're familiar with the M1903A4, you know that with the Redfield Junior base a stripper clip can't be used to reload the rifle. So our hero was busy reloading his empty rifle when a German soldier not six feet from him suddenly appeared and shouted, "Nicht schiessen!" As our hero looked at him, the German pleaded, "Nicht schiessen. Don't shoot?" How could the sniper shoot an enemy with his empty gun? The German could easily have shot him himself or even bayoneted him. Grateful he had himself had just been spared, he took the German prisoner and was escorting him back. While passing the 45th Division area when one GI said, "Let me see how big a hole you can put in his back." Murder was not in his heart and our hero demurred and dutifully delivered his prisoner to a holding area for prisoners.

Today law enforcement, military and privately trained pistoleros are instructed about situational awareness. We train to reload without looking and to reload when we want to, not when we have to. We also train to scan. Our GI sniper wasn't taught those things and was fortunate to survive his encounter.
 
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WW 2 American Sniper talks about sniping a German.

My book on WW 2 sniping has been accepted for publication. It should be released in 2022. It pretty much follows the format of the first book with training & selection of personnel, various theatres of the war, a chapter on the firearms and finally a chapter on miscellaneous but relevant topics.
 
Found a copy of your first book on Amazon and bought it. There’s one more on there, but I’m not paying almost $600 for it!
 
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