That was a good price in 1978 , wish I could buy like that now , I'd buy all day long at that price. It's funny howIn 1978 I was a SGT in the Marines in Seattle. Shot on the unit rifle team and coached a small bore pistol team. Was at a civilian range shooting a TC Hawken 50 cal. 2 guys were watching me shoot decent groups at 50 yards offhand and they were interested. Let them try it a couple times and one wanted to buy it. Told him $200, he produced the cash and it was done. Went straight to the BP shop nearby and bought the Sharon Hawken I had my eye on. Really wished I still had the Sharon.
OT just a tad. The Daniel Boone trail ran right in front of our house here in Johnson City. Here in the eastern states, you can tell old houses or ones that used to be stores. They are located close to the road. Back before cars, people walked or rode horses so there was no need to be way back from the road.When I was a kid we knew all about Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, The American Revolution and the guns used back then.
If anyone asks me about my muzzle loader at the range, I offer to let them shoot it. Had a kid probably around 12 recently with his dad and I offered to let him shoot my 32 caliber and the kid liked it, but they didn't ask many questions.I asked a young fellow if he wanted to shoot my GPR. He couldn't have been more than 10. His granddad said, "Not everyone gets to shoot a musket." Dialed it back to 30grs 2F and let him take aim off the bench. After asking what he thought, wide eyed he said, "Terrifying."
This is a great way to get people to realize that shooting guns is fun and also that gun owners aren't monsters. Love to see the look on someone's face when they break a clay pigeon with a black powder shotgun. Usually it's something like "Did I hit it?" Then their group saying "yeah!" "Anyone else want to shoot ?" is what I say next . I have more fun watching them shoot than shooting myself.There was a young couple shooting some kind of .22 next to me at a 25 yard target. They were on the paper but nothing I'd call a group. They walked over before leaving the range. I was between shots and swabbing the barrel of my .45 Pedersoli Flintlock. After seeing the target out at the 100 yard mark, he asked " Can you actually hit that target way out there. At that moment the Range officer called a cease fire for target changes. I invited him to take a walk with me. I showed him my first shot high and left and I marked it with a #1 then my second shot low and right (over corrected) and the next three shots walking them into the 10 ring. I marked each shot and went back to the shooting bench. I loaded the weapon and let him take a shot. His shot hit just under my number one shot, high and left.
He had his girlfriend take a picture of him holding the gun. I haven't seen them again but I bet he talks about that day.
I run a damascus disposal unit to help people get rid of those old things before they put an eye out or worse. Know anyone trying to find a place to dispose of one, let me know. Here to help."That a Damascus barrel?"
"What do you shoot out of it?"
Full house of black powder.
"Oh." (looking worried)
"HOLY F***! I'm outta here! (and he left the line)
True story (except it was only 70 gr FF). Lots of folks believe the folk tales about Damascus guns.