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<blockquote data-quote="Pulp" data-source="post: 1881400" data-attributes="member: 14195">Might as well throw in another one:I bought my first cap and ball revolver at the Otasco store in Lawton.&nbsp; It was a kit, and needed a LOT of work.&nbsp; Grips were way oversized, brass was straight from the mold.&nbsp; Anyway, the next morning was opening day of deer season.&nbsp; I took the revolver with me, down to Cache Creek at the end of Flower Mound road.&nbsp; A family friend owned the land at that time.&nbsp; I parked my car, loaded the revolver, grabbed my rifle and headed for the woods.&nbsp; Something caught my eye, and about 10 yards in front of me was a huge, hollowed out cottonwood log, about 6 feet long.&nbsp; On the other side was a fox squirrel.&nbsp; &quot;What the heck?&quot; thought I, so I drew a bead on his head, almost touched the shot off and remembered these guns were notorious for shooting way high.&nbsp; I lowered until I could no longer see the front bead and fired.&nbsp; Squirrel disappeard.&nbsp; Bullet went in one ear and out the other.&nbsp; I don&#039;t think I ever hit anything else with that gun.&nbsp; It blew up on me a few weeks later.My father-in-law, when I told him about the squirrel, asked if I saved the head, so he could eat the brain.&nbsp; &quot;Ain&#039;t none left.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Pulp, post: 1881400, member: 14195"] Might as well throw in another one: I bought my first cap and ball revolver at the Otasco store in Lawton. It was a kit, and needed a LOT of work. Grips were way oversized, brass was straight from the mold. Anyway, the next morning was opening day of deer season. I took the revolver with me, down to Cache Creek at the end of Flower Mound road. A family friend owned the land at that time. I parked my car, loaded the revolver, grabbed my rifle and headed for the woods. Something caught my eye, and about 10 yards in front of me was a huge, hollowed out cottonwood log, about 6 feet long. On the other side was a fox squirrel. "What the heck?" thought I, so I drew a bead on his head, almost touched the shot off and remembered these guns were notorious for shooting way high. I lowered until I could no longer see the front bead and fired. Squirrel disappeard. Bullet went in one ear and out the other. I don't think I ever hit anything else with that gun. It blew up on me a few weeks later. My father-in-law, when I told him about the squirrel, asked if I saved the head, so he could eat the brain. "Ain't none left." [/QUOTE]

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