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I was in 8th grade, shop class. Coach Willis after spending a semester teaching us not to cut our digits off asked the class one day, "who all wants to build a muzzleloading rifle in class?" I heard build, rifle, and in class and my hand shot up. Heck, they gonna buy me a rifle to put together I thought. Four others also wanted to try. "meet me after class" he said.
Bad news...they WEREN'T gonna give me a gun...I had to buy it. I asked my dad; after a month of saying no he brought home a CVA 45 cal Kentucky rifle kit. I proudly carried it on the bus to school (had to sit behind the driver). Spent a semester putting it together, with lots of help from Coach Willis. Finished it before end of school and took it home, on the bus, this time completed (again sat behind the driver).
I ordered a capper, powder horn and measurer from CVA. I knew NOTHING about black powder other than what the pamphlet said. It said 70 Gr FFFG was max, Dad said well try 60 and see what happens. Holy Cow I could hit stuff.
One Saturday we heard shooting a mile away down the creek. Dad strapped on his pistol, loaded his shotgun with slugs and went to investigate. He came flying back telling me to get my rifle and gear. We met some "country folk" who were shooting muzzleloaders. The ringleader told me to throw away the measurer and put the ball in my hand then pour powder over the ball. When I covered the ball I had a load for the rifle. I kept the measurer. Heck we were so far in the sticks we didn't even have a phone back then, no one knew what an internet was. Info was hard to come by.
I still have the rifle...while in college my younger brother shot my rifle and said he forgot to clean it. Its on my list to do something to it in my shop.
Bad news...they WEREN'T gonna give me a gun...I had to buy it. I asked my dad; after a month of saying no he brought home a CVA 45 cal Kentucky rifle kit. I proudly carried it on the bus to school (had to sit behind the driver). Spent a semester putting it together, with lots of help from Coach Willis. Finished it before end of school and took it home, on the bus, this time completed (again sat behind the driver).
I ordered a capper, powder horn and measurer from CVA. I knew NOTHING about black powder other than what the pamphlet said. It said 70 Gr FFFG was max, Dad said well try 60 and see what happens. Holy Cow I could hit stuff.
One Saturday we heard shooting a mile away down the creek. Dad strapped on his pistol, loaded his shotgun with slugs and went to investigate. He came flying back telling me to get my rifle and gear. We met some "country folk" who were shooting muzzleloaders. The ringleader told me to throw away the measurer and put the ball in my hand then pour powder over the ball. When I covered the ball I had a load for the rifle. I kept the measurer. Heck we were so far in the sticks we didn't even have a phone back then, no one knew what an internet was. Info was hard to come by.
I still have the rifle...while in college my younger brother shot my rifle and said he forgot to clean it. Its on my list to do something to it in my shop.