The following is an actual account of the three men, Ed Keney, Tom Grant, and Gordon Byrd who set out from Pittsburg, Pa., in an eighteen-foot canoe and paddled 525 miles in 15 days, to the Walter Cline Range at Friendship, Ind.
The Sonoma Valley Muzzle Loaders | NMLRA Charter Club
Pipes and Tobacco of the Frontier | Muzzle Blasts Archives 1986
On Creating a Muzzle Loading Target Pistol | W.A Carver | Muzzle Blasts Archives
"It's Important that somebody remembers" | The Story of the Liberty Cap | Muzzle Blasts Archives
Of all of the interesting headgear associated with the American Revolution, one of the simplest forms, so simple in fact that no regular Continental units ever adopted it as an official hat, was the "Liberty Cap." During the Revolution this was generally a wool or cotton cap with the word Liberty or Liberty or Death embroidered across its front in an opposing color. A few battalion infantry and numerous light infantry units wore miters with this legend emblazoned across their fronts (Congress being another legend), light infantry miters sometimes saying Liberty or with a skull and cross bones replacing Death, the words requiring more room than the shorter light infantry miter could afford, the skull and crossbones being more easily squeezed into the space.
Fire by Flint and Steel | John A. Swett | Muzzle Blasts Archives
Dim shapes in the swirling snow slowly materialized into a small party of men, wrapped voluminously against the weather in furs and capotes. Moving slowly downhilL through winter b arren woods, they reached the floor at the upper end of a small valley. They crossed a frozen stream and climbed to the flat top of a knoll where each one eased his burden to the ground.
Thoughts on building a Single Shot Muzzle Loading Pistol | W.A Carver | Muzzle Blasts Archives
Having given some thought to the advantages and loading of a single shot pistol, some considerations on the building of such a pistol seem in order. Perhaps two approaches to the subject would be useful, building a pistol from a kit, keeping in mind what would make the finished piece suitable to serious shooting, and building a pistol which is altogether a target pistol.
Sagebrush, Cornfields, and Black Powder | Hunting Phesants with Black Powder by Randy Smith
An All Around Gun | Building a Swivel Breech | Muzzle Blasts Archives
The idea for this gun came to me on a deer hunting trip in November 1985, while canoeing down the flooded Muscatatuck River in southern Indiana in pursuit of whitetail. I had seen several does, but no bucks. It seemed, however, that in every other tree there was a squirrel. Normally, our gray and fox squirrels are very shy, but a week of being trapped by floodwaters had made them careless.
Flint Hammers, the Golden Mean and More.
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The Craft and Art of Gary Birch | Muzzle Blasts Archives
Gary Birch is a self-taught artist whose works appear in private and museum collections around the country. Leaving a Ph.D. Program in physiological psychology in 1969, Gary began making things with his hands “to work on ideas that had been neglected too long.” Consequently, he has created scores of one-of-a-kind art objects in a variety of media
Opportunities and Experiences that Muzzle Loading has Given Me | Women in Muzzle Loading
Over the Falls by John Curry | Muzzle Blasts Except April 2020
Pistol Marksmanship | Part 2 | Muzzle Blasts Archives
It is exceedingly difficult to explain what there is about pistol shooting, the sport of handgunning, that is so compelling as to cause it to occupy so much a part of my time, effort and thought. Can it be the diversity and challenge the sport offers? What is it that prompts one to persist ently try to better that last score, to shoot that "possible" or to look forward to that legendary perfect score, the 100-l0x?
Back Trail | Max Vickery, February 1986 | Muzzle Blasts Archives
If it wasn't for memories I don't know just how I'd get through Feb ruary. It's a cold, dead month for me with the seasons gone and 30 to 45 days of waiting until you can get the van in on a local range without getting stuck. All guns have been cleaned, some of them twice, you've run the corn and feed out to three different snow-drifted, squirrel woods, and are happy with the snowshoes you got for Christmas.