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I agree Pancho, I was into cappers alone and it lead to flinters.. That lead to lots of things from Trade to rocks and more. To me this isn;'t any hobby anymore, and some would call it addiction.

I can't take just a normal walk in the woods anymore. Every trees gets a look under scrutiny for what is hiding under the bark, sometimes it is the very bark I am after, and so does every stone, go unturned looking to see what tool it wants to be.

Tree limbs become hinges and gates for the cutting and bending, rocks become flints and tools, bark becomes containers and cordage, and the list just goes on .... Perk get out while you still can... :what:
 
Dixie Texian – Mentioned, in another post, that I’ll be heading to the local gun show, this weekend. Supply run, y’understand. Going to be very not drunk for that one, as I’ll be taking the motorcycle. (It’s a nice ride to the fairgrounds, and bikes can be parked right near the front gate.) We go waaaay back; that machine and I – more’n twenty-three years.

‘Course that doesn’t help on those occasions – like right now – when nightly nap time is drawing near and Mr. Daniels and I have renewed our relationship, somewhat.

Just tryin’ to keep the mantra in my head: “Wait ‘til the gun show, on Saturday, Wait ‘til the gun show, on Saturd…” After this weekend, all bets are off.

Macmac – Gosh. Thanks for that "Jinx Magic" thing :scrutiny: .
 
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Macmac – Too late to turn back, now, my friend. Have already started accessorizing (shoulder stock, from some real nice folks , in Utah - downright personable, they are. Also, a cylinder, from Krist – which Jim, as it turns out, seems to be good people, as well.)

And, I ain’t even made it to the gun show, yet.

Truth be told, I never gave a flintlock two glances, until just recently. Now, I find myself actually paying attention to who makes the best Hawken reproduction.

Keep telling myself that these are just the initial purchases. But, there’s a voice inside me whispering, “You know that it doesn’t matter how much versatility you can get out of that ’58 . Look at those other guns, before they get away, get away, get away…” :eek:

Pancho - And, you are so right, sir. As mentioned; am enjoying this like a good ride, on a sunny day.
 
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I don't know about the walker thing. Myself, I really don't have an interest in getting one. I love my BP guns, but I want a Dragoon 2nd model myself. Before that I want an 1860.

My progression went:

Brass 1858 .44->Colt 1851 Navy->Pietta 1858 .44 Target
and projected:
1860 Army->2nd model Dragoon->Maybe a ROA.
 
I suffer from Black Powder addiction

you do realize there is NO Black Powder Anonomus.

Once you go black..... its very addicting.

here's the extent of my addiction:
(2) Uberti 58 remmies, one 8 inch, one 3 inch both .44 cal
(1) Pietta 58 remmie 36cal
(1) Pietta 1862 colt snubbie 36cal
(1) Pietta 1860 colt snubbie 44cal
(1) Armi San marco remmie 44cal 12inch
(1) North American Arms mini revolver .22cal
(1) .25 cal black powder pen gun
(1) Thompson Center Hawkin .50cal
(1) pietta remington ryder pistol .177
(1) stainless Pedisoli Remmie in 44cal.
(1) Original Colt pocket dragoon 6 shot .31cal
(1) NEF 12ga singleshot muzzle loader.

Yes I AM still married. But if I look at another, the wife gives me the stare of death.
 
1858remington, You've got it bad. let me check my gun closet
Ruger Old Army
2-1862 Colt Police 36 cal.
2-Rozzi 50 cal.
Lyman Mustang 50 cal.
TC 32 cal. Cherokee
TC 50 cal. Plains rifle
CVA Express Double Rifle 50 cal.
H&R Springfield Stalker 58 cal.
Pedersoli Frontier 50 cal.
Dixie Kentucky rifle 45 cal.

The old saying goes "If you know how many guns you have, you don't have enough guns."

I got $260 gift certificate for Bass Pro for my retirement. Time to go shopping.
 
I can't take just a normal walk in the woods anymore.

Haha. Try being a forestry major. I can't look at a tree without thinking it's scientific name or wondering what it is. I can't go into the woods without thinking that this stand needs to be thinned, or that those hardwoods have heart rot, or that that tree would make some nice lumber. I tell you what, it can drive a man insane looking back at how niave I once was about these matters.
 
Mykeal – Some inside information; for the lottery, y’understand. Do love the Walker, I surely do. Some folks say size doesn’t matter. Well, have been to some fairly impressive caverns, in my travels. There’s usually some kind of critters living nearby. But, never have I heard a visitor say, “Look at the gopher hole!” It’s the cave entrance, gets ‘em up for the game.

Also, if it’s good enough for Augustus, it’s good enough for me.

But, I gotta tell you; that durned lever would really chafe, after a while. No apologies offered. It’s my nature.

We’ll get to my lottery commission/kickbacks, later.

Bigbadgun – As mentioned, seems it is just a tad too late for quitting, now. Have found, I’m not one to give up on a perfectly good gun, just for its age. Not sure just what I’ll be capable of, once done turning a sidearm into a part-time rifle wannabe.

Somehow, though, don’t believe this is going to be a problem.

Dwave seems to have a knack for getting into my head, where potential procurement is concerned. ‘D probably go to him for the best odds. No blame, there, D’. None. ‘tall. I firmly believe, that everyone needs a good bad influence in their life. That, and whiskey… Oh.

Pancho – Have to tell you. California gun shows most always disappoint me. Sad, but true. Was back in Ohio, this past July, for a visit to the folks at home. (Yep, was born there. Probably spent near half my life there, in all.) Went to the Berea Fair Grounds, just so as to have a good time at a gun show, again. Did, too.

California shows seem to rely, more and more, upon political correctness, in their offerings. Less and less upon what really matters, at a gun show – the guns. Count your blessings.

By the way: You, 1858remington and scat are just lookin’ to get me in dutch with my feminine partner, aren’t y’? Oh, well, there’s that influence, again. Reckon it is, after all, important to have goals. As said, we tend to surprise each other, she and I. ‘Course, some surprises is good, some is ain’t.

Dixie Texian – Bet you know where all the best campsites are to be made, Dontcha? Love the outdoors, myself, but believe I’m a tad outclassed, here.
 
Was born in Cleveland. (Well, someone has to be :p ). Ah, Cleveland. With a tower that’s Terminal, overlooking a lake that’s Erie.

Had several addresses, in Ohio, between the ages of seven and twenty-two. Other than that, have been all over the southern and eastern US and parts of Europe (mostly Germany). Have good friends (one of ‘em, since we were in the seventh grade, together) and much of my family, in Ohio. Don’t know if that answers your question, but it’s the best I can do.

Would it be worth the 500 mile trip? Well, I went about 3,000 miles. But then, was just lucky the show happened to be happening, whilst I was visiting. It was good for me. But, remember; in California, a feller can tell what gun law is about to be passed by which vendor is cashing in, at the local gun show. Though, more than one of the guys I spoke with, at the Berea show, complained about “how it used to be,” too.

Mind you, the CB bug hadn’t bitten, yet. But I don’t recall having seen a plethora of powder arms, at the show – if any. Mostly, there were cartridge handguns (as you mentioned) and hunting rifles. (Was looking at Makarovs, at the time.) No air gun offerings, to speak of, either.

At the Berea show, was just enjoying having a good time with others who were having a good time. Out here, the pace at shows seems to be rushed and a bit somber, in comparison.
 
Well, now, don't know about a Walker, within two months. Cabela's sale, on '58 Remmingtons, might call for an additional drain of funds. That could put a Dragoon purchase on hold for that much longer.

Dragoons don't suffer from lever droop. Am aware that not all Walkers have that problem. But, not all owners have Walkers without that problem.
 
Well I got me 18 inches of snow and sorta went poof, Perk.. had to move it all off a barn roof and then 3 days to just get out to the street, worth O' work!

Ouch!

Anyway yeah the next thing you will find is you cut yer finger on a rock, a rock mounted in steel jaws.

Then it gets worse you find yerself as a cross dresser! :what: Yup there you are down at the local range in jeans, mocs and a weskit wearin a hat with fu fu feathers hangin ov' it, and ya begin ta' start tawkin' funny. WAUGH!

A day comes where you would rather trade off yer wife and keep the hoss if you have to trade for one or the other. The kids become wild injuns! When you do say Yes dear, you really mean yes Deer!

Then you find you are so addicted you started making excuses to go do anything related.. Might shoot, but casting ball is just as fun, as skinnin' gray's. You go campin and tell the truth and everyone thinks yer funny when you are dead serious.

No one believes a word i say about hunting the Great North American Man Eatting Partridge!

No one ever even hears about these wild man eatting beasts! Have you?

I bet not, and I know why. Dead men tell no tales, and there are no survivors except me!~

For a long time now I have been killing these dangerous beasts, and to the point they have been retailiating for 2 decades now.

I have real living eyewitness that have seen these attack me.

Just like you now, anyone I tell rolls their eyes around looking up some, and I can see it right off plain like they don't believe.

I was telling a local garage man one day, and he was in the act of rolling his eye that same way most other folks do, and all of a sudden there was the sounds of breaking glass, and one O' them birds crashed at my feet!

Well Mista he wasn't denyin me anything after that feat!

Don't let this happen to you!
 
Macmac - Wrote, somewhere’s else about the snow we had Thursday. But, know that was nothing. Saw drifts, reached the top of shopping center buildings, as a kid, in Ohio. When a tad older, remember 18 inches of the stuff as being no fun ‘tall – especially, if it was wet.

Hard to ride in, too. Though, made it through one whole winter like that, in ’76-’77 (after a three month round-the-country trip; couldn’t even afford a cheap car). Wheels kept sliding back into ruts that car tires had worn into the pavement. Recall Flintstoning to a stop, in desperation, more’n once. Good times.

Far as dressing funny goes; been doing that for years. Started riding at 17, so have worn out more than a few leathers. These days it’s leather from head to toe – with German tanker’s boots, in case of a really off day. So, ere full-on S&M garb much worse’n buckskins? Just doesn’t sound like it’d be a real leap, there.

Far as the partridges go: have had enough troubles with bees, over the years (singly and in bunches), to know that anything larger, having wings, is a stabbing weapon just waiting to happen. Nailed a raven, with the ’66 stake bed, a couple of years ago. Whole truck shook. And, it’s a big truck. Don’t care to imagine taking a bird to the forehead.

Bet it makes ‘em taste better, after you nail them, though. :fire:

Does it count, that when one isn’t shooting, molding balls, skinning, or reading, that one is thinking about when the next new arrival is due? Thirteen days to the second ’58 and counting. Shoulder stock should get here, shortly after th… oh.
 
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Pancho – Re: The tomahawk. Well, why not? Have probably bounced knives off of every possible part, that one can bounce one off of. Why not have something ridiculously heavier come racing back towards my head, on the rebound? :scrutiny:

Sounds like when the rest of the fellers talked me into holding a twelve pound sledge hammer by the butt of the handle, at arm’s length, and touching the large part to my nose.

Sometimes, I honestly gotta wonder how I’ve lived to make the half-century mark.

Seriously, though, ‘D be happy to give it a shot. Really. :evil:
 
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