I would like to attend more rendezvous here in Colorado, anyone point me in the right direction
There are Angels in this world.Shoot today was fun, I really enjoyed being out of the house and being around other people. Since COVID hit, I've focused on my students and providing for their classroom needs.
Last night at 7:00 pm, I got my 1st COVID shot, woke up at 3::00 in the morning with a very sore shoulder, my lower back was killing me and my legs were simply numb. So rough start to the day.
We arrived on location at the range at 10:45, shooting started at 11:00. I haven’t shot my gun in soooo long, I was looking forward to benching my gun at 100 yards, and dialing her in.
NOPE...Linda would have none of it. I got signed up, as did my dad.
Shooting went to 25 shooters, I was number 15.
At the pistol station, you had 3 shots, at a heart at 20 yards. Scoring only hits for today’s shoot, so 3 points possible. I did not bring a pistol, cuz I wasn't planning to participate...I was planning on shooting my gun and getting it dialed in. I hit the heart all 3 times, 2 shots touching and one about 1/2 inch low. I was pleased, those loner pistols were well sighted.
At 25 yards, we shot at small steel swing targets; targets...2 shots at each. I hit only twice, it was going to be a long day.
At 50 yards there were again 3 targets. I hit the small Buffalo twice, and then never touched another target.
At 100 yards, there was a group of 3 targets, and then there was an elk you had to hit twice in the vitals and a turkey gong at 75 yards. 10 shots total...I was close, no but no cigar. Very depressing, a year ago this would have been a cake walk...shooting is a diminishing skill, Mine has diminished away precipitously.
By now, my arm was jelly, and I was running a fever and had the chills. So yeah, hard to shoot a flintlock under those conditions. I had to stop and sat out the last round of shooting, the tomahawks and fire making.
Got home by 2:45, cleaned my gun, put stuff away, took my wife to get take out for dinner...came home and died on the couch. Hopefully they will be respectful when they move the body.
...yup, I got some work to do to get into my normal shooting condition. Sad...
Well I’ve renewed my membership with the FtLupton Blackpowder group, fine bunch of people.
I had a Dixie Tennessee Mountain rifle, .32 calibre that just couldn’t shoot as well as my Pedersoli Blue Ridge. I picked the gun up about 10 years ago at a rendezvous at FtLupton, but if just never would group under 3” at 50 yards. Then I found a video on YouTube, this guy had just purchased a Dixie Tennessee Mountain Rifle, and when he got it home…found out it was a .40 calibre. Dixie never made that gun in .40 calibre. You could get it as a .32 calibre or a .50 calibre. So someone had rebarreled that Dixie Mountain as a .40 calibre
This guy loved that gun, and it got me to thinking…so I talked to one of the members of the club, great guy…very knowledgeable. I wanted to rebarrel my Dixie Tennessee as a .40 calibre, but with a 36” barrel. So the gun would be cut down by 6” or so. This guy said no problem, but after a week we couldn’t find a 36” .40 calibre…anywhere. But we did get a .45 calibre, Corloraine barrel 36” in length.
10 days later, and $300.00 I had my newly barreled .45…and it is the most accurate flintlock I’ve ever owned. At 100 yards, from a bench hold, 55 grains of fffg, I was putting shot after shot into a single ragged hole. The gun just went bam…every shot fired without delay. Turns out that he had tuned the flintlock, and that old gun was better than ever.
So now I’ve purchased a Dixie Tennessee Mountain Rifle in .50 calibre, and once Track of the Wolf gets in their barrels, I’ll be rebarreling that gun into a .54 calibre with a 36” barrel…cannot wait.
Turns out the .32 calibre barrel left over from the rebarreling, had a lot of corrosion in the last 8“ at the muzzle…weird.
I had my grandkids out at the range over Christmas, and couple days later this guy calls me and says, you got a couple of fine young boys there, and I think they need a gun. So he took that left over .32 calibre barrel, cut it down to 32” and built a kids scaled flintlock, with a cherry wood stock, for my grandkids to shoot.
Nicest people in the world are in this club, I am so fortunate….
His name is Ray…
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