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.
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Real men don't use fuses. They use primer and slow match. |
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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
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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.