What is it about flintlocks that draws us, captivates us? For me, it's a bit mystical.
Flintlocks are simple and pure. Iron barrels and mechanisms made from ores forged by fire and muscle, mounted on stocks made from trees nurtured by the ground that gave up the ores. Fueled by organic minerals and compounds, ignited by- of all things- a lowly rock, they send forth balls cast from an otherwise low value metal that is now worth more than its weight in gold as it defends one's life or provides it sustenance.
A flintlock is more than the sum of its parts. It is a living, breathing creation wrought by our hands from the same Earth that we sprang forth from.
Flintlocks are simple and pure. Iron barrels and mechanisms made from ores forged by fire and muscle, mounted on stocks made from trees nurtured by the ground that gave up the ores. Fueled by organic minerals and compounds, ignited by- of all things- a lowly rock, they send forth balls cast from an otherwise low value metal that is now worth more than its weight in gold as it defends one's life or provides it sustenance.
A flintlock is more than the sum of its parts. It is a living, breathing creation wrought by our hands from the same Earth that we sprang forth from.