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These days, I own enough guns to probably open up a small gun shop. As I peruse all of my guns, the black powder muzzleloaders are the ones that mesmerize me the most and take me back. They take me back to the days of Daniel Boone, Davy Crocket, and the all of the Frontiersmen that I imagined them to be.
Before my first hunt with my Hawken muzzleloader, I stayed up half the previous night just thinking about how Daniel Boone and all of the Frontiersmen must have felt whenever they hunted. Of course, they would go into the fields or the woods looking for just about anything moving, but would be more than happy when what was moving, turned out to be a deer, a possum, or a turkey. When you really think about it, that's what everyone was doing. Male friends and neighbors, would go hunting frequently with these same types of weapons that we so love today, called muzzleloaders.
Of course, you could only take one good shot at a time, so the first shot was often crucial because you might not get another opportunity due to the deer being too fast and skidish. Your first shot might also be so very important due to another reason__, bears! Bears, mountain lions, and other meat-eaters who are just as hungry, if not hungrier than you are!
So muzzleloaders are nostalgic instruments of history for me. They remind me of a time when life was less taken for granted. Food on the table was truly appreciated and viewed as being harvested from nature as a blessing from god. The muzzleloader reminds me of that part of American history when a man without a gun was considerably reduced in status and had no actual means to provide food for himself or his family. A man without a gun could just not be perceived as real. Of course, there were a few religious exceptions to this rule that took the form of preachers and priests.
Whenever I go hunting, it's usually in the spirit of the days of the old west and the days of the old frontier. Somehow the muzzleloader validates my old frontiersman spirit and lends an element of genuine history in realtime to an old American guy like myself. An old man, who loves to hang onto the old days of a past that will all too soon be forgotten.
So I sit here today, in my coonskin hat, and in the long tall boots of a mountaineer.
Muzzleloader in tow, I ride my old mule to town, and buy all the saloon girls, a beer!
That's why I like muzzleloaders!
Why do you guys like 'em?
PS.
Somehow the newer inline bolt-action muzzleloaders and electrically primed muzzleloaders are beginning to crash into my dream...
Before my first hunt with my Hawken muzzleloader, I stayed up half the previous night just thinking about how Daniel Boone and all of the Frontiersmen must have felt whenever they hunted. Of course, they would go into the fields or the woods looking for just about anything moving, but would be more than happy when what was moving, turned out to be a deer, a possum, or a turkey. When you really think about it, that's what everyone was doing. Male friends and neighbors, would go hunting frequently with these same types of weapons that we so love today, called muzzleloaders.
Of course, you could only take one good shot at a time, so the first shot was often crucial because you might not get another opportunity due to the deer being too fast and skidish. Your first shot might also be so very important due to another reason__, bears! Bears, mountain lions, and other meat-eaters who are just as hungry, if not hungrier than you are!
So muzzleloaders are nostalgic instruments of history for me. They remind me of a time when life was less taken for granted. Food on the table was truly appreciated and viewed as being harvested from nature as a blessing from god. The muzzleloader reminds me of that part of American history when a man without a gun was considerably reduced in status and had no actual means to provide food for himself or his family. A man without a gun could just not be perceived as real. Of course, there were a few religious exceptions to this rule that took the form of preachers and priests.
Whenever I go hunting, it's usually in the spirit of the days of the old west and the days of the old frontier. Somehow the muzzleloader validates my old frontiersman spirit and lends an element of genuine history in realtime to an old American guy like myself. An old man, who loves to hang onto the old days of a past that will all too soon be forgotten.
So I sit here today, in my coonskin hat, and in the long tall boots of a mountaineer.
Muzzleloader in tow, I ride my old mule to town, and buy all the saloon girls, a beer!
That's why I like muzzleloaders!
Why do you guys like 'em?
PS.
Somehow the newer inline bolt-action muzzleloaders and electrically primed muzzleloaders are beginning to crash into my dream...