“Snapshot Saturday”
![Lt. Lang sliding his fowler into a case.](https://traditionalblackpowderhunting.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Tending_to_the_Fowler.jpg)
After a hard day spent searching for fowls in shoulder-tall prairie grass, Lt. Darrel Lang slipped his English fowler into its snow cover, then stowed his hunting gear in a humble abode. One of Hopkins Rangers assigned to Fort Detroit, Lt. Lang found himself three days northwest of the fort. His wedge tent resided under a shedding maple, a short distance from the Cass River, the second day of November in the Year of our Lord, 1763.