To be able to send an ounce of buckshot or a pumpkin ball slug downrange with blackpowder is such a nice thought. I'm having a little range session with the family on my 18th birthday this Thursday, I'll try and get my brother shooting as well. He's never shot much blackpowder, but I think that once he breaths some of that sweet sulfurous smoke he'll be hooked like I am! Then the kid will probably steal my percussion caps. Small price to pay for rushes that kick ass.
I loaded up some more of those blackpowder .22s for the occasion too, he'll probably like shooting those in the .22 bolt action!
I love this sport, and to think at one point I thought knitting might be a fun activity (I know that sounds rather strange coming from me) but a girlfriend actually taught me how to knit.
I think in June I'll take them to the Duncan Mills Civil War reenactment, it smells like blackpowder even in the parking lot! They've got everything I like there too. Flint and steel, good food, primitive camping, people rambling about blackpowder guns, BBQ, fife and drum music, corncob pipe smoking, knives, history, period clothing, cool women that are into the same stuff as we are, TONS of blackpowder firearms, patriotic American men and women, and a bunch of other awesome stuff I could list if I had the time.
~Levi