I know I’ll always feel that way! My wife says I’m a child all the time so I don’t think I’m growing up anytime soon!I'm 70 yrs old and have a 1777 French Musket on the way. Happy as a little boy waiting on Santa.
Do we ever get over this disease?
Jack
No, we never can get cured. I had a friend the passed away in 94, every now and then he visits in a dream bragging about going hunting with Dan Boone and Joe Meek.I'm 70 yrs old and have a 1777 French Musket on the way. Happy as a little boy waiting on Santa.
Do we ever get over this disease?
Jack
Thanks, I'll check it outThe NMLRA has a book on gun making in the 18th C. which includes a great section on specific mfg. practices in France's factories making the Charlevilles, etc. It's a translation some officer wrote in the early 1800's and gives an inside view on how each part was made and by what type of worker. Interesting if you're a French Musket geek! Check the NMLRA site for books, you'll see it. (Editor Eric Bye) I don't have the specifics at hand at the moment.
Yes it is. Corrige IXThe "new gun on the way" feeling never gets old
Is it a Pedersoli?
I'm currently fitting a new old stock replacement stock to mine because the past owner had it above a fireplace and dried the wood out
It will probably look rough but I'll just think of it as a "field replacement stock "
About 60 yrs ago my dad had a trapdoor and showed me how to shoot it. I've have never gotten over the love of a long gun.The Disease that keeps on giving... happiness!
No; it's incurable.
Embrace the ailment!
I’m 65, but lost friends in their forties and fifties when they went. Every morning if you wake up and move fast you may see the Reeper sitting in the corner of your room contemplating if today is your day.I am 78+++, and am still buying guns. it is as we don't think that, that dirt sleep is comming?
now I rely like your analogy on life! it is so true! if you get up in the AM, you don't know if you are going to go to bed at the end of the PM? so as you say enjoy it! it is later than we think!I’m 65, but lost friends in their forties and fifties when they went. Every morning if you wake up and move fast you may see the Reeper sitting in the corner of your room contemplating if today is your day.
But…. If he lets me get out of bed I might as well ignore him and live like my tomorrows are endless
Soon I will have a forth long gun in my harem. Been a long time since I owned that many at once.
Pretty girls still make me smile, smooth wood and iron still feels good in my hands. Camp fires and chilly mornings still warm my soul, good beer and a good smoke are still looked forward to joys
L’chaim
Now 73, I have quit shooting my (Pedersoli made) musket IX (l'an neuf) in competitions four years ago, as shooting it has relieved me of just too many teeth in the upper jaw.I'm 70 yrs old and have a 1777 French Musket on the way. Happy as a little boy waiting on Santa.
Do we ever get over this disease?
Jack
While I might be behind you in years of experience, I concur with your statement!At almost 79 I tell my wife that I may grow old, but will never grow up!
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