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Black Powder, White Death…Well, Almost

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By Chris Dumm

Wednesday’s Colt Walker review by Roy Hill stirred some old and enjoyable memories. Some of the points that follow are from a distant time, in which I was younger, drunker, and (redundantly) stupider. They are not meant to illustrate safe or advisable gun handling techniques, so read with caution. You are allowed to marvel at the fact that I’m still alive . . .

I got hooked on black powder after seeing my first muzzle-loader, a .50 caliber rifle in a pawn shop for $50. I knew absolutely nothing about black powder at the time. I eventually ended up with several rifles and multiple cap-n-ball pistols.

I never joined any organization, never participated in any historical recreation event, never received any newsletter. Instead, I just got addicted on the fun of the boom and smoke. I would shoot until covered in soot with a rifle too hot to load. Absolutely great fun. What follows are random thoughts:

For those easily offended, I haven’t been drunk for more than a decade. And I don’t recommend ever mixing booze and shooting. And I would never let my kids do half the shit I did at their age. And I wish those little heathens would stay the hell off my lawn! But ain’t that the way it always is?

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