How do you do?
I am tickled to have found this site populated with such knowledgeable folk, not that you were so well hidden (sorry to say), but that it looks like I have finally drifted into an interest in traditional muzzleloading. It was probably a long time coming.
I have had an interst in OLD firearms for as long as I can remember, and can barely stand to look at a new-style firearm. I have owned a series of military surplus rifles and currently have a couple of Mosin Nagants with 80-year old receivers. I love reloading. I owned a Renegade some years back, but lack of commitment, interest, and a group of like-minded people to encourage such, I sold it. After reading about primitive MLs for several days straight (from savvy folk like y'all), I now know the multitude of things I did wrong with that rifle. Sheesh!
Anyway, after wandering down to our charming little shooting range with my Mosin one morning, I encountered several very fine gentlemen making smoke with longpoles. They were all shooting traditional rifles, several custom jobs and a flinty or two. The patience of that outfit! How out-of-place they seemed at a range where SKS- and AK-style shooters predominate. Perhaps I need not mention that I never bothered to shoot my Mosin but just watched them, for a couple hours! I never realized such a group existed! They kindly invited me to shoot and to "come back next month with your own smoke pole...or not, just c'mon back and we'll let you shoot ours," sez they. My left-handed .54 GPR is currently being shipped from "the Wolf." Its wonderful to suffer under a new obsession, enit?
Anyway, you all seem like a congenial group to me, just like those guys I met at the range. I'm happy to have found you, and thanks for letting me in the door!
Kwahe (kwa-HAY)
(P.S. my firmest respect goes to he or she who would like to try to nail the source of my name...and I'll only say that if anyone could figure it out, it would be a bunch of back-looking, liver-eating, big-bore, poor-fishing, red-shirted, dead horse, sentimental old buckskinners like you! Me? I'm still a Chechaco.
I am tickled to have found this site populated with such knowledgeable folk, not that you were so well hidden (sorry to say), but that it looks like I have finally drifted into an interest in traditional muzzleloading. It was probably a long time coming.
I have had an interst in OLD firearms for as long as I can remember, and can barely stand to look at a new-style firearm. I have owned a series of military surplus rifles and currently have a couple of Mosin Nagants with 80-year old receivers. I love reloading. I owned a Renegade some years back, but lack of commitment, interest, and a group of like-minded people to encourage such, I sold it. After reading about primitive MLs for several days straight (from savvy folk like y'all), I now know the multitude of things I did wrong with that rifle. Sheesh!
Anyway, after wandering down to our charming little shooting range with my Mosin one morning, I encountered several very fine gentlemen making smoke with longpoles. They were all shooting traditional rifles, several custom jobs and a flinty or two. The patience of that outfit! How out-of-place they seemed at a range where SKS- and AK-style shooters predominate. Perhaps I need not mention that I never bothered to shoot my Mosin but just watched them, for a couple hours! I never realized such a group existed! They kindly invited me to shoot and to "come back next month with your own smoke pole...or not, just c'mon back and we'll let you shoot ours," sez they. My left-handed .54 GPR is currently being shipped from "the Wolf." Its wonderful to suffer under a new obsession, enit?
Anyway, you all seem like a congenial group to me, just like those guys I met at the range. I'm happy to have found you, and thanks for letting me in the door!
Kwahe (kwa-HAY)
(P.S. my firmest respect goes to he or she who would like to try to nail the source of my name...and I'll only say that if anyone could figure it out, it would be a bunch of back-looking, liver-eating, big-bore, poor-fishing, red-shirted, dead horse, sentimental old buckskinners like you! Me? I'm still a Chechaco.
