I need to go to bed early more often. Did ya'll know that it's sometimes dark in the morning?
Anyway, I've known Charlie Sherrill for about 40 years, so he seems to think he has the right to drag me out of seclusion by posting lies about me on Internet forums like this one. Now that I'm out of my cave, I figure I'll update the few people here who remember me with some info and musings about my disappearances after and before the shroudless pre-20.
The fact is, I don't shoot as much as I used to, at least not revolvers. I rediscovered a love affair with Mister Browning's 1911, so my focus has been on those old slabsided monsters for a while now. And like I once did with N and K frames, I've allowed a few of them into my home, where they live comfortably and well.
I also fulfilled a lifelong ambition by delving into the 1863 and 1874 Sharps rifles. I didn't go out and buy a slew of originals, though, I got hooked on the Shiloh line from Shiloh Rifles of Big Timber, Montana, and prior to that based in Farmingdale, New York. And when I fell, I fell hard. I haven't loaded a round of ammo with smokeless powder in about a year, and I spend a lot of time slaving over a pot of liquid lead allow at around 750 degrees. I've even shot in about a dozen midrange matches using black powder, big calibers and tang sights. There's nothing quite so satisfying as hitting a target I can barely see at a range of over 1/3 of a mile.
So that's it. I've trimmed down the handgun herd, but rest assured there are still a few select S&Ws here, and here they will stay. But my more recent obsession has taken over my life, and it's even more expensive than the pretty one-handed guns.
"Big Fifty" 50-90, 50-100, 50-110
"Baby Fifty" 50-70
Big Fifty Ammo (50-100: 473-grain paper patched bullet, 100 grains of FG black powder)
So that's it, folks. Off to the back of the cave again.
Anyway, I've known Charlie Sherrill for about 40 years, so he seems to think he has the right to drag me out of seclusion by posting lies about me on Internet forums like this one. Now that I'm out of my cave, I figure I'll update the few people here who remember me with some info and musings about my disappearances after and before the shroudless pre-20.
The fact is, I don't shoot as much as I used to, at least not revolvers. I rediscovered a love affair with Mister Browning's 1911, so my focus has been on those old slabsided monsters for a while now. And like I once did with N and K frames, I've allowed a few of them into my home, where they live comfortably and well.
I also fulfilled a lifelong ambition by delving into the 1863 and 1874 Sharps rifles. I didn't go out and buy a slew of originals, though, I got hooked on the Shiloh line from Shiloh Rifles of Big Timber, Montana, and prior to that based in Farmingdale, New York. And when I fell, I fell hard. I haven't loaded a round of ammo with smokeless powder in about a year, and I spend a lot of time slaving over a pot of liquid lead allow at around 750 degrees. I've even shot in about a dozen midrange matches using black powder, big calibers and tang sights. There's nothing quite so satisfying as hitting a target I can barely see at a range of over 1/3 of a mile.
So that's it. I've trimmed down the handgun herd, but rest assured there are still a few select S&Ws here, and here they will stay. But my more recent obsession has taken over my life, and it's even more expensive than the pretty one-handed guns.
"Big Fifty" 50-90, 50-100, 50-110
"Baby Fifty" 50-70
Big Fifty Ammo (50-100: 473-grain paper patched bullet, 100 grains of FG black powder)
So that's it, folks. Off to the back of the cave again.
