A lot of years ago, I decided that since I wasn't wealthy, I could spend what I had on the best quality I could afford - a better barrel or a better lock or some fine craftsmanship - or on "pretty" but I couldn't afford both. So my `skins ain't beaded or quilled and with one exception my tools don't have engraved blades or inlaid handles and by-and-large my shooting gear is plain as a mud fence except for the beauty that comes with graceful lines, good inletting, and reliable function. There are a couple of exceptions.
Over the last 40 years or so, I've acquired one flintlock with some stock carving and inlays and one little caplock squirrel gun that has a +P grade Maple stock because the riflesmith was out of the straight-grain Maple I asked for and didn't want to wait for another shipment. The rest of my medicine irons have been plain and sturdy, though well made and center shooters, every one, otherwise they don't stay long. That squirrel gun I mentioned almost left my employ because I had a high old time trying to work up a load for it. Couldn't get it to group. Turned out that it had the most persnickety barrel I've ever shot, but once we sorted that out it grouped just fine. With the "right" charge it started putting 5 shots into less than an inch at
25 yards. Five grains either way and the group size ballooned fast.
I don't own a rifle that won't shoot, or that I don't shoot. Sooner or later the temptation would overcome common sense and I'd have to load `er up, and then sure as sunrise I'd drop `er on a rock.
There floats my stick,
Tanglefoot