Sunday, October 28, 2012


Colonel, now General Tarleton, and myself, were standing a few yards out of a wood, observing the situation of a part of the enemy which we intended to attack. There was a rivulet in the enemy's front, and a mill on it, to which we stood directly with our horses' heads fronting, observing their motions. It was an absolute plain field between us and the mill; not so much as a single bush on it. Our orderly-bugler stood behind us, about three yards, but with his horse's side to our horse's tails. A rifleman passed over the mill-dam, evidently observing two officers, and laid himself down on his belly; for, in such positions, they always lie, to take a good shot at long distance. He took a deliberate and cool shot at my friend, at me, and the bugle-horn man. (I have passed several times over this ground, and ever observed it with the greatest attention; and I can positively assert that the distance he fired from, at us, was full four hundred yards.) Now, observe how well this fellow shot. It was in the month of August, and not a breath of wind was stirring. Colonel Tarleton's horse and mine, I am certain, were not any thing like two feet apart; for we were in close consultation, how we should attack with our troops, which laid 300 yards in the wood, and could not be perceived by the enemy. A rifle-ball passed between him and me: looking directly to the mill, I evidently observed the flash of powder. I directly said to my friend, "I think we had better move, or we shall have two or three of these gentlemen, shortly, amusing themselves at our expense." The words were hardly out of my mouth, when the bugle-horn man, behind us, and directly central, jumped off his horse, and said, "Sir, my horse is shot." The horse staggered, fell down, and died. He was shot directly behind the fore-leg, near to the heart, at least where the great blood-vessels lie, which lead to the heart.
                                          - Colonel Hanger

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Doing Without

Have you ever tought what a woodsmen would have done if he  lost his stuff?   I did it once allI brought was my knife and my flint and steel.  I coverd my self in leaves and all I ate was some wild  rember to experment all you can

Monday, April 16, 2012

one blanket no problem

If you whant cut down on wieght for your next trek I would suggest bring no oil colh. Unless your travel by boat or going to muster at a fort  many accounts do state this the woodsmen insted slept incaves or just out in the open  ......hoped this makes your next trip better and more easy

Monday, April 2, 2012


 just got back from Fort Yargo Market Faire.. I had a really good time and I learned allot.... JA

Saturday, January 7, 2012


i have been reading and i came across the information that longhunters wore there belts backwards for comfort and to stuff a bullet bag in the front  rember to watch me on youtube  

Thursday, January 5, 2012


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