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Bang / Guns Title: Odd Survival Of The Punt Gun It looks like a quaint and clumsy museum piece but it is still used by hunters in English coastal waters (14 december 1964) The punt gun is a weapon of massive size and barbarous appearance for use against ducks and other wildfowl. Mounted on the prow of a small boat, one of them can spew forth such a hail of lead balls, rusty nails and old bed springs that it might seem more suitable for cutting down Pickett's Charge than shooting up a raft of sitting canvasback ducks. So formidable a weapon is it that it was outlawed in the U.S. in 1918, and only a few specimens survive as museum pieces, relics of the days when market hunters used them for large kills and quick profits. But punt gunning is still a popular form of hunting in England, where—curiously, to the nonpunt-gunning mind—the use of decoys to ambush wildfowl is considered unsporting. So is hunting in bad weather, when the birds are handicapped in their chance at flight from mass extinction. But these niceties aside, almost anything else goes. British punt guns have virtually no stocks, and their barrels resemble rain spouts. If they are less than six feet long, have bores of less than an inch, weigh less than 40 pounds, they are mere peashooters. Many punt guns have 12-foot barrels, and although the maximum legal bore is now only an inch and three-eighths, some of the older ones are as big as two and a half inches. Punt guns sometimes weigh as much as 150 pounds and have an effective spread of at least seven feet. Set off just once in the right direction, one of them can kill 100 birds. Such a weapon can't be fired from the shoulder, of course, so it is generally mounted on the foredeck of a one-man punt—a 14-foot boat that looks like a flimsy kayak but has deceptively heavy oak framing. All the hunter has to do is row out to where the birds are and blast away. This sounds easy, but punt gunning is strictly a stalking sport—and no game is harder to stalk than the canny wildfowl that inhabit the marshlands around the coasts of the British Isles. Possibly the oldest form of coastal wildfowl shooting, punt gunning's heyday was during the hair-shirt, cold-bath-every-morning Victorian era, when far more wild birds flocked to British coastal waters, when far more Englishmen had the time and the tenacity that this sport demands. The fact that fewer than two dozen punt guns have been manufactured since World War II suggests that punt gunning is a dying sport. But these guns never wear out (any made at any date in this century are classed as modern), and most of the legal-size ones made in the last 150 years are still in fairly regular use. A novice who wants to take up the sport usually has to go looking for some aging punt gunner who doesn't have a son, son-in-law, nephew or crony to will his weapon to and who is willing to sell it. The alternative is to have one custom-made. The earliest punt guns were muzzle-loading flintlocks, and a surprising number of these are still used. The hunters who swear by them explain that the flint striking the steel and the flash of the powder in the pan alert the birds, giving them just time enough to lift off the water and to begin scattering, causing the maximum number of fatalities. Also, the barrels of flintlock weapons usually are constricted halfway along, giving the shot a wider and more even spread, and making these the only punt guns with any form of choking. However, keeping flintlocks' powder dry is a major problem out on the spray-swept marshes, and the flash pans are a hazard. Bewhiskered flintlock punt gunners have been known to set their beards on fire. Percussion-action muzzle-loaders are somewhat more popular, although percussion caps also are susceptible to dampness. Emptied .22-short cartridges are often used. The big guns have an elephantine kick, of course, so they're securely roped into place on the punts with carefully tested tarred Italian hemp. To recharge a muzzle-loader the hunter must laboriously unharness his weapon, draw it back into the cockpit and swab the barrel before pouring in a fresh load. While he's trying to keep the boat steady during this operation the gunner must also bear in mind the fact that one smoldering crumb of powder left in the barrel will, when he's pouring in the fresh load, probably cost him an arm—or maybe even his head. Punt-gun explosions are not uncommon. It is not surprising, therefore, that 80% of punt guns used today are breech-loading. Even these have to be swabbed carefully after every shot, but this can be done from the chamber end, without untying all those ropes. The shells for these guns are often more than a foot long, and an English punt gunner thinks twice about pulling the trigger when he knows it will cost him at least $3 to do so. Professional wildfowlers who use punt guns often convert breech-loaders into muzzle-loaders to keep down the overhead. Punt gunning is a sport and also a profession. The open season for shooting wildfowl on British tidal waters is August 1 to February 20. Dredging and pollution caused by sewage and diesel effluents have combined to thin Britain's coastal reeds, reducing the number of places where game birds can feed and inevitably reducing the number of birds, too. The gunners usually go out at night, often during the chilliest time, three or four hours before dawn. They wear as much clothing as they can get on, but nothing keeps them really warm out there on the marshes—not the cold sandwiches they stuff into their pockets, not their vacuum flasks of scalding tea or coffee, not even the hip flasks of rum they carry as a life preserver in case they fall overboard. Punt gunners have to be intrepid oarsmen, too, for wild birds only alight in flocks in the more inaccessible places. No punt gunner thinks it too much to row 20 or 30 miles just to get in position. When he finally is out on the saltings—the tide-swept river-estuary mud flats where the sparse reeds still form natural feeding places for ducks, geese and curlew—the hunter ships his oars, sprawls on his belly and peers over the barrel of his gun. He must now propel his punt noiselessly, using a pair of small wooden paddles shaped like oversize paper knives, keeping his bare hands in the water to the wrists—water that would be frozen if it weren't so salty. When he sees a flock of birds on the water 100 or more yards in front of him, he scoots ahead gently, hands still working under water. If he feels his paddles stir the mud, he strains to recall the depth of the water. Should his keel rub bottom now, the current or the wind may spin him around, pointing his gun away from his targets. Cautiously he closes on the birds. If conditions are right, he may wait until he is within 40 or 50 yards of them to be sure of a good shot. If conditions are only so-so, he'll fire at 70 yards. He sights along the barrel, cautiously adjusts its elevation with a gadget that looks like a pool shark's bridge, and makes a mental note of the fore-and-aft movement of the punt. No use firing when the prow is too low—or too high. He is ready to pull the trigger—but probably he won't. Instead, he bends his knees slightly, then gently taps his toes on the decking of his punt. The birds crane their necks alertly. As he hears an anxious fluttering of feathers he fires. At first all he hears from his gun is a c-r-r-r-ack. A 12-foot flame spurts from the muzzle. The kick is largely absorbed by the hemp. And if the hunter measured his charge of black powder carefully (probably underloading, using only an ounce of powder for every seven pounds of the gun's weight), that also lessened the kick. Black powder burns slowly all the way up the barrel—especially the punt-gun variety, which is as coarse as uncooked rice. The flash has died, but the hunter still cannot see through the dense cloud of smoke between him and his birds. Most of the birds—there may have been hundreds—doubtless got away, but if the hunter hears a few wounded ones thrashing wildly in the water, he will grab his oars and row swiftly into the carnage. Then he will reach under the foredeck of the punt for his 12-bore to finish off the wounded. How many carcasses can the hunter expect to pick up after a shot? Well, in 1946 an Englishman claimed a score of 103 widgeon with one shot, and even this may not be an alltime record. These days, however, the average kill is from five to 10 birds. During the entire 1962-1963 season the leading full-time professional punt gunner on the Essex-Suffolk estuaries got only 180 birds—no more than he used to kill each week before the war. If the birds are dying out, why don't the punt gunners give up—or at least turn to more conventional shooting? Or are they the kind of hairshirted Englishmen who thrive on frustration? Even the professionals, who spend half their lives in punts, say that no two shots are ever alike, that the wind and the lighting conditions out on the saltings are never the same twice, that the birds' actions are never predictable, that somehow the guns never fire precisely the same way twice, that this is a sport they go on learning till they die. Post Comment Private Reply Ignore Thread Top • Page Up • Full Thread • Page Down • Bottom/Latest Begin Trace Mode for Comment # 4.
#2. To: Mad Dog (#0)
Do you watch Sons of Guns or American Guns???? I forget which one it was but in a recent episode they did a build on one.....
. I don't watch any broadcast or cable TV. When TV went digital, I didn't. (Although I do watch VHS/DVD/BluRay movies.) That sounds interesting though.
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