Just Go Hunting
Last December, I threw some camping gear in the truck, packed my knife and rifle, and just went hunting. It was Nebraska’s muzzle-loader season. Scoped, in-line blackpowder rifles are legal here, but I didn’t take my modern muzzleloader. Instead, I reached into the back of the gun safe and grabbed the old, trusty Hawken, a powderhorn, and a handful of buffalo bullets. I picked a piece of public land a few hours away. It wasn’t a huge acreage, but big enough I could get away from real life for a few days. Nebraska has very limited public land, so I knew this piece probably got pounded in rifle season a few weeks earlier. In fact, I would be surprised if I even saw a buck, but I went hunting anyway. I suspect…