“Slicing Fresh Squirrel”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A traditional woodsman slices meat from a fresh-roasted squirrel.

David Leonard removed a morning’s squirrel from the fire pit, pulled his knife and cut a slice. Fresh bread, slab cheese, venison jerky and goose breast filets cooked in bear fat rounded out the mid-day meal at the Swamp Hollow station camp. Old Northwest Territory, late 18th century…

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“A Noise of Great Concern”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A trading post hunter raises his Northwest gun.

In the midst of a scout, a snapped twig raised a post hunter’s concern. The woodsman dropped to one knee. In a few moments, a young doe stepped into view… Old Northwest Territory, three ridges east of the River Raisin, in the Year of our Lord, 1797.

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“A Linen Hunting Shirt”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A trading post hunter wearing a linen hunting shirt.

A backwoods hunter watches from a downed oak tree top as a wild turkey pecks its way down the hill. The hand-sewn, natural-linen shirt followed the 1804 pattern Matilda Chapman submitted with her bid for an army contract to produce hunting shirts. The drawing minimizes fabric waste while maximizing personal comfort and woodland utility. Old Northwest Territory, three ridges east of the River Raisin, in the Year of our Lord, 1797…

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“Intent on a Fox Squirrel”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A traditional woodsman raises his Northwest gun.

The flick of a fox squirrel’s bushy tail caught the trading post hunter’s eye. With deliberate care he raised the Northwest gun in anticipation of an evening meal. Old Northwest Territory, three ridges east of the River Raisin, on a sunny October afternoon in the Year of our Lord, 1796…

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“First Chance to Deer Hunt”

“Snapshot Saturday”

Looking down into the nasty thicket.

November 15, 1763, a Wednesday:Oak leaves clung tight to branches, despite gusty winds. A late afternoon still-hunt brought Mikinaak, the Snapping Turtle, close to the nasty thicket in his simple pursuit of venison. But alas, that day the French fusil spoke not. At dusk, the gray-haired woodsman who spent his youth among the Ojibwe returned to the aging wigwam, just over the ridge from the River Raisin…

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“Wild Grape Dye”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A traditional woodsman wringing burgandy grape dye out of a linen shirt.

A bumper crop of wild grapes begged another wilderness classroom session. A kettle full of mashed grapes resulted in a gorgeous wine color. The trading-post hunter’s caped linen shirt dried to a deep burgundy color, but alas, the red did not bind fast to the fibers and washed/faded out in a short while. Another lesson learned in the Old Northwest Territory, not far from the River Raisin, in the Year of our Lord, 1797…

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“Always a Warm Smile”

“Snapshot Saturday”

David Burgess sitting against the log blockhouse at Friendship.

With a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye, David Burgess rested against the blockhouse at the NMLRA’s Max Vickery Primitive Range in Friendship, Indiana. We met at the woodswalk, and we became instant friends. Every time one of my articles appeared in Muzzle Blasts, David sent a congratulatory email acknowledging a job well done. We shared traditional hunting stories, and in recent years, tales of his trials and tribulations with a new fowler. David Burgess passed away October 19, 2017. Please include David, Barbara and his family in your prayers.

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“I can’t hit clay pigeons!”

“Snapshot Saturday”

“I can’t hit clay pigeons!” is all Tami kept saying after taking her first fowl on the wing. Prior to the hunt, this lady of the woods spent several evenings flinging lead at clay pigeons without success. Once in the glade, circumstances changed… Michigan Outdoor Writers Association Rogers City Rendezvous, Millersburg, Michigan, 2007.

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