I've mentioned it here before. I built a CVA percussion Kentucky rifle in school when I was 14. It was my only gun for years. There was no internet, no television signal, we lived in the sticks. I hunted with it daily, we ate lots of game it provided.
When I was about 16 my dad took me to a gun show an hour away. There was a local group of black powder shooters that were into period dress and gear. They were dressed in skins, posing for pictures, and had set up a table of their finest equipment.
I spend several minutes drooling over their fine accoutrements on the table when I proudly said I shot black powder and had built a Kentucky rifle. The ringleader, a huge man as big as a tree, snarled back, "What school is your Kentucky?" I didn't understand him, but told him it was a CVA.
He proceeded to denounce the gun, my gear, and my skills to assemble a "proper muzzleloader " in the most rough terms. I told him of the game I had shot and he all but called me a liar.
I turned away, completely dejected and humiliated, and found my dad. After telling him about what had happened, my dad told me that some people were just a$$h@£€$, and to ignore them.
At the time I had bought a Foxfire book and was gathering hides to make myself some buckskins to be like those guys.
I gave them away. If I'd had another gun I may have stopped shooting black powder.
Thankfully, I didn't.