"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
Monday, August 06, 2007
Big Bore
I just recently found this pic of me in the early eighties examining a four- bore muzzleloading double gun, still shootable. It had American proof marks over Belgian ones and looked rather like a canoe with two fat tubes sticking out. As I recall it weighed in the neighborhood of sixteen pounds-- about right for negating recoil while being-- barely-- portable. Understand , this was a shoulder, not a punt, gun.
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On a number of occasions I've been referred to as a big bore. Other times merely as a terrible bore.
And, as a shoulder gun, once it started swinging I'll bet you'd have no problem with follow-through!
Jesus, now THERE's a gun to subdue the natives with. Never seen anything like it. Woweee.
P.
My shoulder hurts just looking at that thing
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