AZbpBurner
54 Cal.
First shooting mentor was who it should always be, my Dad. He taught me the fundamentals of gun safety and proper sight & trigger.
For black powder, Dad brought home an 1861 Colt Navy & we spent time together shooting it. It was my job to disassemble, clean & reassemble it. Before Dad passed on, he left that 1861 with me & it still shoots and looks like new.
Never considered this guy a mentor until just now, but in High School & College I'd shoot at a public range in Delaware, Ohio. There was an old guy there who had several flintlocks to shoot. It was great fun to watch him load & fire, and he quickly asked me if I wanted to shoot one. He showed me the basics of firing a flintlock (already knew how to load, since Dad had built a caplock rifle).
The old guys' rifles were all beautiful examples of the gunmaker's art & I thought he was just testing out some of them before selling them to his customers. Ends up they were all originals amassed by one of his forebears & he said it was his duty to exercise them all on a regular basis. He usually fired 3-5 rifles & I never saw the same one twice. They were all well cared for throughout the generations and were his family legacy, to be handed down to succeeding generations. He said his Grandfather kept a ledger with names and information about all the original owners, and never ever said how many rifles there were - my guess was several dozen.
He taught me the fundamentals of firing a flintlock, and assured me that it didn't make any difference if I was firing a righthanded flintlock lefthanded. As a consequence, today most of my flintlocks are righthanded & it feels odd to fire one of my lefthanded flinters.
For black powder, Dad brought home an 1861 Colt Navy & we spent time together shooting it. It was my job to disassemble, clean & reassemble it. Before Dad passed on, he left that 1861 with me & it still shoots and looks like new.
Never considered this guy a mentor until just now, but in High School & College I'd shoot at a public range in Delaware, Ohio. There was an old guy there who had several flintlocks to shoot. It was great fun to watch him load & fire, and he quickly asked me if I wanted to shoot one. He showed me the basics of firing a flintlock (already knew how to load, since Dad had built a caplock rifle).
The old guys' rifles were all beautiful examples of the gunmaker's art & I thought he was just testing out some of them before selling them to his customers. Ends up they were all originals amassed by one of his forebears & he said it was his duty to exercise them all on a regular basis. He usually fired 3-5 rifles & I never saw the same one twice. They were all well cared for throughout the generations and were his family legacy, to be handed down to succeeding generations. He said his Grandfather kept a ledger with names and information about all the original owners, and never ever said how many rifles there were - my guess was several dozen.
He taught me the fundamentals of firing a flintlock, and assured me that it didn't make any difference if I was firing a righthanded flintlock lefthanded. As a consequence, today most of my flintlocks are righthanded & it feels odd to fire one of my lefthanded flinters.