denwego wrote:Reminds me of going to a range in Aurora, CO, and making the mistake of sitting to the right of someone who was shooting a flintlock musket. The first time he pulled the trigger, I was showered with smoke, flecks of unburnt powder, and plenty of smoldering something or other. The guy put twice as much blackpowder as he needed in the pan to prime it, and it *banged* nearly as prominently as the muzzle did. He was soon escorted from the firing line by a range officer, thankfully.
When I shoot my smokepoles, I always make sure I"m on the farthest right side wherever possible, or have at least two benches to my right open. If somebody chooses to sit there once I'm shooting, so be it. If I'm bench shooting the flintlock, I'll set up a plywood screen to the right -- it helps a bunch.
Imagine what it must have been like in the infantry 300 years ago, lined up side by side and firing by ranks. No wonder they worse long sleeved coats even in the summer!
I don't fear guns; I fear voters and politicians that fear guns.