Making and Remodeling Muzzle Loading Pistols Part 2
Over the Falls by John Curry | Muzzle Blasts Archives April 2020
Making and Remodeling Muzzle Loading Pistols Part 1
Making muzzleloading pistols is a much-maligned craft. “To a gunsmith, Kentucky pistols leave a lot to be desired. Pistol making is time-consuming and challenges all of the skills required to make a good rifle. A barrel, breech plug, and lock have to be inletted. Triggers, thimbles, nose cap, butt cap, side plate, bolts, screws, sights, ramrod, and stock all have to be created just as they must for a longrifle. To be of use, the hardware has to be of rifle quality.
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The Twentieth Century Story of Two Extraordinary Frontier Guns, Part 1 Wallance Gusler
The '·pursuit of happiness" presents an endless array of opportunities. Over sixty years ago the pursuit of the 18th century American frontier became the major direction of my life. The two flintlock firearms that are the focus of this series (figs. 1 & 2) are extremely important as landmark survivals of the mid-18th-century frontier. They represent the conflict between Colonialism, becoming Americans, and the collision with American natives.
Frontier Reckoning: The Battle of Fallen Timbers by Joshua Shepherd
Bicentennial Flag Day 1976 | Muzzle Blasts Archives
There is scarcely a more fitting way of celebrating Flag Day, June 14th, the anniversary of the adoption of the "rebellious stripes" by the Continental Congress, in this bicentennial year than by creating copies of those Revolutionary banners that were carried by the Heroes of '76, flying them at the head of your parading NMLRA re-created Militia or Continental army unit.
Pipes and Tobacco of the Frontier | Muzzle Blasts Archives 1986
On Creating a Muzzle Loading Target Pistol | W.A Carver | Muzzle Blasts Archives
Fire by Flint and Steel | John A. Swett | Muzzle Blasts Archives
Dim shapes in the swirling snow slowly materialized into a small party of men, wrapped voluminously against the weather in furs and capotes. Moving slowly downhilL through winter b arren woods, they reached the floor at the upper end of a small valley. They crossed a frozen stream and climbed to the flat top of a knoll where each one eased his burden to the ground.
Thoughts on building a Single Shot Muzzle Loading Pistol | W.A Carver | Muzzle Blasts Archives
Having given some thought to the advantages and loading of a single shot pistol, some considerations on the building of such a pistol seem in order. Perhaps two approaches to the subject would be useful, building a pistol from a kit, keeping in mind what would make the finished piece suitable to serious shooting, and building a pistol which is altogether a target pistol.
Flintlock Timing by Larry Pletcher | Muzzle Blasts Archives 1990
The equipment that I use to time locks consists of a computer and interface made to scientifically measure time in a high school or college physics lab. It has the ability to measure times to the nearest ten thousandths of a second. The lock is fired electrically, and time is measured until a flash in the pan triggers a photoelectric cell, stopping the clock.
An All Around Gun | Building a Swivel Breech | Muzzle Blasts Archives
The idea for this gun came to me on a deer hunting trip in November 1985, while canoeing down the flooded Muscatatuck River in southern Indiana in pursuit of whitetail. I had seen several does, but no bucks. It seemed, however, that in every other tree there was a squirrel. Normally, our gray and fox squirrels are very shy, but a week of being trapped by floodwaters had made them careless.
Camp Fire Memories - A Max Vickery Archive
Written by Max Vickery
A friend from home, Phil Hiatt who used to camp with us in the 50's came down with me to fish the creek, listen to some tunes, eat well and reminise a little.
He put on a Coco Taylor tape of the Blues Machine, and Said, 'How do you like that for dinner music? "Wonderful, but it'll change what we're going to have to eat." He came back with, "How's that and what's cookin?" Well it's going to be hot tamales, Louisiana greens and Jalapeno ice cream so I can match dinner to the music."
The tapes spun on as the memories bubbled up with 49 years of smiles. It took us back to Jim and Dorothy Coon's camp, Jane and John Van Way, their father , Morris and Herman Fox who pulled this place up out of the hay field, along with the help of Jo and Helen Evans, Trotter, who planted the pines along highway 62, Bill Reese, Merrel Deer, B. Leroy Compton, our editor and publisher when we headquartered out of Portsmouth, Ohio and others I never met. Lots of tents in those days, maybe one or two trailers, and every camp had its little fire.
The three main camps with the community fires were Morris Van Ways, Bill Mooses Last Chance Hotel, and Jim and Dottie Coons with 50 people gathered around laughing, talking with old friends and making new ones in conversaton. The younger crowd of the camp would be in a close by tent spinning L.P.'s and listening to Stan Kentons Lonesome Road and others.
Turner Kirkland of Dixie Gun Works, Rupert Alexander of Ram Rod Gun Shop, Lou Briggs of no mentionable fame at all at the time, and myself with four ram-rods, gently touching, dancing abba,dabba,dabba around in circles as she stood in the ring between us. The sweet and gentle girl and as afflition remotely related to geese.
There was a great deal of laughter in the camps in those days. Oh, some were more quite with talk of gunsmithing, scores shot that day, and the beautiful grain in the Freeze Maple.
The sound of fox horns came often through the night air followed by "Hear lead, Hear lead." blended with the one-two, beat of Walt Muthing's Tom-Tom.
Dorothy Coon was fixing fox squirrel, groundhog and pork steaks in mustard sauce over an open grill while the ladies of the Luthern Church of Farmers Retreat set tables of food fit for a thrashing ring in what is now the kitchen in the club house. I watched three generations of these ladies perform this service to send their children on to college 'till the old got fired and the young found other interests.
We had a character named Shorty Shelton who lived in an old sheep hearders trailer. He was comical with his 10-gallon hat, a pair of 7 1/2 inch Colt single actions in a double-rigged buscadero which damn near drug ground. The low slug pistols was due to Shorty's height, he was only four foot 13 inches high.
Commercial Row was tarps and blankets spread on the ground, and Henry Thurman was chief range officer with Riley as his assistant while old Red Ferris scored targets in the loft of the Club House and wrote a squib for Muzzle Blasts titled, "Red's Ramblings."
The offhand line was dominated by Joe Evans, Jesse Woods, Merrel Deer, Earl Black, Don Schurman, Jim Henderson, Al Leaf and bumped accasionally by this author. Bench guns were of .45, .48 and .50 caliber with very few under-strikers. Claud Turner won most of the flint-bench. Pop Boltz always placed in the squirrel-rifle bench, and Ralph and Mandy Dunn was always on station 50 on the east end of the 50-yd. line wth a green painted bench and stool, the same color as their house.
There were improvements coming and some extra money was needed to swing the projects. Morris Van Way got us the 16-acres which is now the trap range and the hills behind it. Ladow Johnston made the motion to have a dollar gate few for spectators which got us $2,000 the first time it was tried. Trudy Bagby, first co-owner of Golden Age Arms, suggested a one week pre-camping fee for those who came early and got the best spots, and registered shooters left their cars free in the Ernie Laker's parking lot. Re-entry targets went from 50 cents to a dollar, the Seneca Run was invented and we started into our change.
Time was when everyone knew everyone else as we were smaller then, but we were family and the different segments of our sport talked more with each other.Charlett Roberts saw this change and sponcered the program of "Howdy Neighbor" so that each camp introduced itself to those on the other side. We could be in better shape if that attitude could return. The change has been noticed again, and it's very pleasant to hear our president, Chuck Hearn refer to us now as "family" for it is greatly needed.
This takes our older members back aways, and lets the new ones see how it used to be in hopes that they remember their good times as I remember mine, and as always, thanks for reading.
Flint Hammers, the Golden Mean and More.
This article appeared first in the November Issue of Muzzle Blasts Magazine in 1979. NMLRA Members can read this and every other article ever published. Sign up today