It was wet, but at
least the risk of fire was just about non-existent.
Dr. Mike showed up Thursday. JayG, Brad and Mike W. all
showed up Friday night. There was hot buttered rum and Dr. Mike’s homemade
enchiladas for the latecomers. Saturday dawned … wet. Stretch, Keads, Greg (a
reader of Tam’s), Andy (of the Hoplorati hats) and a former coworker of mine I
hadn’t seen in 14 years and two of her kids showed up Saturday morning. We trekked
over to Geodkyt’s where we set up and got a safety briefing and a history lesson.
Real men don't use fuses. They use primer and slow match. |
Dr. Mike in full sailor/pirate kit, returning the rammer on ... something. |
I lost track of them all. There was a cut down Brown Bess, and a Jaeger, and a blunderbuss, and something with a 47-lb trigger pull. Then there were pistols. And, yes. There is something strangely poetic about using IDPA targets with flintlocks
Somebody gave their hoplorati hat to Sweet Daughter, who is beyond thrilled. She wears it to the bus stop every morning. |
Thanks to all who made the trek in spite of the rain, especially Dr. Mike who supplied the weapons, ball and powder. I can't wait to do it again -- hopefully without the rain.
*Stretch - that might also be why she shot the hell out of your .22.