In the early 70's an old gent at my range would bring a handful of flintlocks to shoot - every weekend, and never the same rifles. Initially I thought he was a gunmaker, but his name wasn't familiar. Every rifle was a work of handcrafted beauty, all were flintlocks, and only when I began to pay attention did I notice they weren't at all brand new, but just meticulously cared for by previous generations. He taught me the basics of flintlock shooting I still use today for the most part.
The gun collection was to be kept intact and passed on to the next generation from the last, selling one only allowed to fund something vital to keeping the rest of the collection together. Not sure how many in total, but I'd seen over 40 and fired at least a dozen myself.
Knowing what I know now, I should have dumped my fiance at the time (now ex) and married one of his shapely, but HOMELY daughters. I'd be cursed even to this day with the compulsion to take some of the rifles out every weekend to shoot, and spend an inordinate time cleaning and polishing every one :wink: