Damn, it seems I'm vindicated! I knew I didn't make it up, but I have thousands of stickies and scraps of paper and notecards from five or six years ago when I was seriously researching the arms and accoutrement of the 48th Georgia. I know it's in there somewhere, but you've saved me.

I don't know how important it all is, and I certainly don't know if it represents a practice. But I do know that I learned to shoot at my grandfather's knee, and he learned from his grandfather, a veteran of the 51st Georgia. I never saw him aim a gun as the modern shooter would define that term. The gun was an organic part of him that came from his hip to his eye, and the bullet went to its target. That old man had "gun control" down; I'm a pretty good shot, but I've never seen anything like it. The gun was just a part of his body. Deo Vindice, Art