I was taking a blackpowder class and the teacher brought in some of his guns for us to try out. The inline was meh,and the hawken was beauty.Then I went over to the revolver.Italian made reproduction of the Colt Dragoon.
When I picked it up,all else ceased to exist.it was me,that gun,and nothing else. It felt like an extension of my own arm,like I had been using it my whole life.It was like in a movie when a kid is picking out his first car or a dog or something and he finds the perfect one.The pull was light and crisp,cylinder was perfect.
Alas,I am 18 and live in the people's republic of massachusetts. This damned police state dubs a muzzleloading pistol illegal until I am 21.What right do they have to keep us apart!