Slip Shooter
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This is a true story!
Many years ago I owned a T/C .45 cal muzzle loader as well as the T/C Seneca .36 Cal. While at the range, along with other muzzle loading members and enthusiast, I fired my ram rod away while shooting the .45. BiGGG recoil was my first indicator then I noticed the lock was cocked from the back pressure. Lots of laughs to be heard down the line..... humiliating!
Well, to make a stupid trick stick, the following fall I was Squirrel hunting with the Seneca .36 and spotted a nice grey squirrel on a limb about 50 yards away. Knowing I could take the critter, with a head shot, I raised the Seneca to a steady rest and fired. I missed! So, I reloaded as quickly as possible, (had it down to 12 seconds), re-shouldered the Seneca and fired a second round. Something familiar happened.... humiliating! I had shot away my ram rod once again, no witnesses! Yep, the lock was cocked and my only ram rod was sailing away, miles away, never to be seen again.
Not to be defeated tho, I spent the rest of the morning hunting squirrels with a Swiss Army pocket knife.
Now, that's another story, not to be told.
Many years ago I owned a T/C .45 cal muzzle loader as well as the T/C Seneca .36 Cal. While at the range, along with other muzzle loading members and enthusiast, I fired my ram rod away while shooting the .45. BiGGG recoil was my first indicator then I noticed the lock was cocked from the back pressure. Lots of laughs to be heard down the line..... humiliating!
Well, to make a stupid trick stick, the following fall I was Squirrel hunting with the Seneca .36 and spotted a nice grey squirrel on a limb about 50 yards away. Knowing I could take the critter, with a head shot, I raised the Seneca to a steady rest and fired. I missed! So, I reloaded as quickly as possible, (had it down to 12 seconds), re-shouldered the Seneca and fired a second round. Something familiar happened.... humiliating! I had shot away my ram rod once again, no witnesses! Yep, the lock was cocked and my only ram rod was sailing away, miles away, never to be seen again.
Not to be defeated tho, I spent the rest of the morning hunting squirrels with a Swiss Army pocket knife.
Now, that's another story, not to be told.