Had to unplug again for the day, but this time I took the old family heirloom, that belonged to Issac Lebo in 1846. He traded an ox for it. And was handed down until it came into my grubby hands. I wonder when the last time this rifle wandered the woods? Anyhow, this was my first coffee break stop, at the base of a cliff that runs close to a mile. Did some good exploring into some nooks and crannies of the State Land near my house, that I had not explored before. The 1862 Model Colt went along too. Rifle and pistol both fire the same ball, I thought that was cool. Saw Mr.Big Buck, who survived hunting season. We had a long stare-down, then he just strolled away, very unconcerned.