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Young guy at the shooting range thought it was great that someone finally invented a muzzleloader that does not need to use the shotgun primers. Really need how the gun was made to look old fashioned. He thought flintlock was a new invention. Makes you wonder what is going on in school these days.

Just about always have people come over asking questions. Most of them have never actually seen a flintlock before.
 
It was a long time ago at a Rendezvous. Skunk and I were on the line to shoot at our targets when a group showed up talking about how these old time guns made a lot of smoke but weren't very accurate. But they couldn't see any targets. Whatcha shooting? Playing Cards. Don't see any cards? Oh, we are shooting at the edge. We have to split them. Great guffaws from the group of spectators. About that time Skunk stepped to the line and fired his shot. Out of the cloud of smoke half a playing card drifted down the range. My turn and another half a card floated to the ground. The big talking spectator made the claim that was a fluke and likely couldn't be repeated. Well after two more cards were split, they just walked away. Sure wish I could still see those cards.

That was a great day.
 
It wasn't me, but when someone in another lane set the dry grass on fire with a muzzleloader it was shouts for the RSO to come with a bucket of water.
 
A long long time ago (1960) in a galaxy far far away (a suburb of New Orleans) I was a 16 year old who had acquired and learned to shoot a 20 GA Belgian made double caplock. My favorite after school activity was to go the the batture of the Mississippi river just upstream of the Huey P. Long bridge and about a quarter mile from home to wingshoot the blackbirds that would fly from the grain elevator across the river to roost in the willows on my side of the river.

One evening a State Trooper approached me as I was shooting. He said he received a report that someone was shooting near the levee. When he noticed what I was holding he asked "what the heck is that". I showed him the gun and the loading procedure. After he knocked down two blackbirds in a row we ended up using all of the powder I had on hand - taking turns to shoot. Then, with sincere regret he said, "Son, I'm sorry, but you can't shoot here anymore." Damn, I missed those evenings.
 
Decades past was volunteering at a fall deer rifle sight in at the local gun club. During the noonish lull in the action I used my T/C .50 Hawken on the 100 yard target. My three rounds had obliterated the bullseye. (Yeah, I know. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in awhile.) My fellow volunteer looked up from the spotting scope and said: "You just outshot every single person I've worked with all morning."
 

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