Brittany, I am now 60 yrs old. When I was in kindergarten, the Mickey Mouse club was all the rage. Toddlers could spell M I C K E Y before they could count. One of the serial movies (a short part or chapter every day) was Davey Crockett. It became a runaway hit. All across the country folks were singing the theme song. At the same time, my father and uncles would go to farm auctions in Berks County PA and buy old muzzleloaders for a few dollars and even shoot them rarely. A really old man, distant great uncle of some kind, still hunted with a muzzleloader as his primary gun. Watching him load and shoot that old musket, made me want one in the worst way. I watched the Daniel Boone TV show in the 1960's, green with envy over those rifles. When I was about 14, I met a guy that actually built a flintlock rifle from parts he bought through the mail. (He was a deputy game warden in PA) But parts were still quite expensive. A few years later, a discount store advertised flintlock pistol kits for $39.00. I drove 80 miles each way to buy one. That deputy game warden and my father made sure I took my time and did it right. It seemed like months to finish the gun properly. When I could finally shoot it, I was probably the only person in the county with a working flint lock pistol. It was an attention getter when ever I went to the range to shoot. I was on a competition shooting team in college and kept up the shooting afterward with muzzle loaders. The history, challenges and education still hasn't stopped after 40 years. For some folks it becomes almost an obsession. I now have a few dozen muzzleloaders, for everything from small game hunting to specialized target shooting. When I started, powder, caps and balls for shooting were cheaper than 22 rf cartridges. (Or so it seemed) I could shoot an entire day at the range and spend less than a dollar or two on shooting supplies.
In general, muzzle loader fanatics are a much different breed than most. I once heard it said, that a man could go to a rendezvous with no clothes, food, gun or shooting supplies and the other buckskinners would see to it that he was sheltered, fed, and had a gun to shoot in competition. And that is indeed probably only a slight exaggeration. Most are eager to help green horns along. They will "lend" items freely and help out whenever they can, short of being taken advantage of.
In today's world of folks who so predominantly think, ME ME, buckskinners represent a society I would rather associate with. The old fashioned concept of being neighborly, which has been lost in so many towns and villages, still goes strong among buckskinners.