I have followed this thread with interest since it started, thinking all the while of what a fluke it was that I even got started, and especially why I have stayed as long as I have.
Back in the mid.1950's, I knew a old fellow by the name of Bill Grady, affectionaly know locally as "Shady Grady", because he refused to work in the hot Texas sun. He prefered the environment of a shop, of sorts.
Anyway, old shady projected the image that he knew all there was to know about muzzleloading, telling stories that young fellers like my self couldn't get enough of. All we had to do was help him with odds and ends around the place, and he would rattle for hours on those wonderful muzzleloaders of the "good old days".
Well, my Granddad was somewhat knowledgeable on the subject and suggested I should get myself a muzzleloader if I had an interest in them, he told me I could work it off around the ranch in about a month or so, ....Well, that was all it took! Three weeks later I owned a .45 caliber muzzleloader, and all the makings!
It was about the same time that I got my muzzleloader, and started asking old man "shady" a few questions, that he got the worse case of CRS you've ever seen....If he ever knew anything more than a good story, he certainly forgot it.
He was as amazed as my self that I finally got it loaded, shot it, and hit a piece of firewood at about 40 / 50 yards....knocked that heavy piece of firewood about 10 feet up in the air...quite impressive! I'll never forget what shady said..."I wouldn't believe it, if I hadn't seen it"!
Learning about muzzleloaders didn't come easy for a young fellow back in those days. Everybody thought you were off your rocker just a bit by even the mention of such a silly thing.
Reflecting back, I must thank a higher power that I didn't get hurt, or hurt somebody else. It took me years to learn a little respect for the muzzleloader, it took many more years to learn how little I really knew.
Today, in this "information age", it is possible to learn in one week what I "thought" I had figured out in a couple years time.
If I could melt it down into a round ball, I would shoot it! Thank God, I lucked onto a stout rifle for those learning years.
Mentor? I guess you could say it was Grandpa....he not only "floated" the loan to get my first one, but he offered the encouragement to keep at it.
Russ