Pennsylvania's Game Commission gave us a flintlock season back in 1974. At that point, I knew absolutely nothing about flintlocks, but knew that I wanted to be a part of this new hunting experience. I'm a lefty, but in my desire to be a part of the after Christmas season, I came home from a gun auction with a TC .50 cal. flintlock, right-handed, of course.
After missing 4-5 deer with the TC, I traded "up" to a right-handed Hatfield offered by Cabela's. It was a beautiful rifle that fired every one out of three trigger pulls, and advanced my flinching syndrome ten fold!
I finally realized that a right-handed flintlock was not going to enhance my appreciation of early Pennsylvania gunmakers, nor was it going to add venison to our freezer! I sold the Hatfield to an unsuspecting righty, and bought myself a used lefty flintlock from Brad Emig of Cabin Creek Muzzleloaders. I've never looked back, and we semi-annually, or so, eat venison!
The only way I could totally ignore the flash-in-the-face of shooting a right-handed flintlock was to shut my eyes! Hitting bull's-eyes and harvesting venison are difficult tasks under those circumstances!