flm_shooter
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My father (as regular readers of this forum know) was an avid blackpowder shooter / builder / reenactor. Being the dumb kids that we were, we never realized how good we had it. He died 12 years ago. About 5 years ago I got back into BP and realized what a lucky childhood I had.
I have been collecting the odds and ends of his stuff from my extended family. I thought I had it all. But I just got "the Holy Grail" - Dad's shooting box. Now this box was 6 feet tall and 10 feet wide. It weighed about a million pounds. One kid could just barely drag it from the car to the bench. And the secrets it held! Everything was in that box. And every single item in that box was pronounced, "DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
I brought THE BOX home and lovingly opened it. First I noticed how much it had shrunk over time. It was nothing but a plain old metal toolbox. But inside there was still magic. Lead balls of every caliber. An entire leather bag full of flints. Dad's magic screwdriver (the one only used for tightening flint lock screws). 5 different flint knappers.
And about 15 different Lyman roundball molds. All a bit rusty, but appear servicable. Guess I really gotta think about casting my own balls now.
One thing I wonder about: Buried in the bottom of the case was about 6 cans of Goex in various granulations. This stuff has to be at least 15 years old. Heck, the price tag says "$6.50" per can! Should I try using this, or just have fun on the 4th of July with it?
I have been collecting the odds and ends of his stuff from my extended family. I thought I had it all. But I just got "the Holy Grail" - Dad's shooting box. Now this box was 6 feet tall and 10 feet wide. It weighed about a million pounds. One kid could just barely drag it from the car to the bench. And the secrets it held! Everything was in that box. And every single item in that box was pronounced, "DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
I brought THE BOX home and lovingly opened it. First I noticed how much it had shrunk over time. It was nothing but a plain old metal toolbox. But inside there was still magic. Lead balls of every caliber. An entire leather bag full of flints. Dad's magic screwdriver (the one only used for tightening flint lock screws). 5 different flint knappers.
And about 15 different Lyman roundball molds. All a bit rusty, but appear servicable. Guess I really gotta think about casting my own balls now.
One thing I wonder about: Buried in the bottom of the case was about 6 cans of Goex in various granulations. This stuff has to be at least 15 years old. Heck, the price tag says "$6.50" per can! Should I try using this, or just have fun on the 4th of July with it?