I have an old original 32 ML. It has a very long barrel. I have no idea how old the RR is but it is very old and has lasted a long time. It is a straight grained hickory rod.
You don't see many ball starters that are original and the theory is a lot were started by hand so the fit had to be more loose. Maybe that meant the old wood ramrods were never stressed that much- we might be putting more stress on tight fitting balls.
I hope your defective ramrod doesn't break again and sever an artery, killing you.
Loyalist Dave said:I've severed an artery in my hand (though not from a jagged ramrod)..., which was spectacular. :grin: But it wasn't tough to staunch, and they had me sitting in the waiting room at St. Joseph's in Milwaukee for three hours, until I opened it up and squirted a big X in blood on the window at the admitting station. :grin:
Sometimes ya gotta know how to motivate people....
garra said:Even with short starters using wood as the rod you have to be careful. I was slapping the starter with one hit when it shattered and I impaled my wrist on the piece sticking out of the barrel. Luckily missed any major veins. The replacement rod is a nice straight grain piece, now I hit it about 3 times to seat the starter and the ball. Short strokes on the ram rod finish the job.
Snakebite said:Sometimes I wonder how any of us have survived, e.g. pouring an explosive (blackpowder) down a pipe (barrel)/ (pipe bomb?), using wooden ramrods, blowing down the barrel and I'm sure other dangerous things we do every time we shoot. I'm kind of glad there was not an internet around with I first started shooting muzzleloaders, If I'd known all the dangers, may have stuck to "catridge" guns.
Sometimes I wonder how I lived this long...then it dawns on me, I may not always be cautious but I'm not stupid! Well, not usually! :rotf: Have burned all the hair off my front from chin to about 2 inches into my hairline...but got all my fingers! :shocked2:Spence10 said:I agree, Snakebite. Apparently it's not enough to take normal precautions, as any halfway intelligent adult would, and learn to play with sharp and dangerous toys. It's a good thing my Momma never knew what I was doing.
If I was as afraid of the hobby as I apparently should be, I wouldn't have the nerve to crawl out from under the bed in the morning.
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