I've never really had a BP hunting buddy, and I can't tell you what a pleasure it is for me. Thank you, Chuck, for a very special day. Your being there made it so. After Chuck left, I set about cleaning the fowler while whipping up a luscious squirrel stew with my other hand. The smoothbore went to its place to await further forays against the dastardly squirrel, and the stew was polished off with a new gusto.
Life is good.
I don't usually shoot fox squirrels, since I have a soft spot for them, left over from my youth. Also, I rarely will take more than 2 squirrels of any kind. Just don't eat that many, anymore. This was too good an opportunity to pass, though, a situation I'll undoubtedly never encounter again. To have it happen with a flintlock smoothbore fowler was almost too good to believe.