Originally Posted by
Tazman1602
Oh boy….so, those of you old enough to remember, up here just below the Mackinaw bridge in Michigan we had a store called Giantway, it was the only “big store” in the county back then say around 1974. Along with groceries etc, they also sold hunting supplies, Winnie 94’s ($99), ammo, and they also sold these “do it yourself” black powder guns cap and ball or flinters. Barrel, lock, and normally a cheap piece of maple which we would “hog out” to fit all the parts into. Once done (remember my buddies and I were like 16 and we HAD all the answers)…and knew nothing about measuring powder — Fess Parker never measured…as Dan’l Boone he dumped powder, patched a ball and rammed it home, fired every time.
This usually worked out pretty good and we were Kings of the north, dumping powder, ramming a ball, and BANG! Lots of smoke and only God knew where that ball hit but it was fun! One day a couple of local girls were over to the house and they were, well, VERY cute. One of them spotted my prized cap and ball and asked if it was real and did it actually shoot? Of course it did! Then the girl with the big eyes and large…..smile….said the famous last words….”Why don’t you show us”? I wasn’t from Missouri but those…..words….lit me off. Grab the powder flask, balls, wads and cap and off we went.
To the front porch and I was thinking “does it shoot— of course it does and I’m Fixin’ to show them!” Half cock the hammer, turn pistol barrel side up and add some powder. Doe eyes was smiling at me now….if she wants to see “bang” I’m gonna show her……dump a little more powder….she’s still smiling so dump a little more, patch the ball and ram it home…..hmmmm, ramrod was really long tamping the ball this time but I’m sure it’s ok.
Put a primer on, take aim at the barn…..and just before I squeezed one off I thought “that powder MIGHT be a bit much”……..doe eyes smiled at me again and went inside the kitchen to watch through the window. I closed my eyes, lifted that pistol as far away from my head as I could, turned my head, closed my eyes and squeezed…
I thought a danged atomic bomb went off, heard something smash into the outside kitchen wall behind me, felt an awful recoil in my hand and couldn’t see a thing because of all the smoke. The thought “hey that was groovy” go through my head, looked up and all that was left was a bit of the wooden pistol grip in my hand. Only Jesus himself knew where the barrel went but behind me was a bit of a hole in the siding….no one will ever know….
The girls thought I was crazy (true, I had only one single thought in my mind at that age…) and left, I thanked God I wasn’t dead, but the next morning when mom went to get coffee and I heard her say “What the hell is THAT”! I knew I was in trouble….the barrel plug went right through the wall, through the cabinet, and was sticking out of it right where her favorite coffee cup USED to be…unfortunately I was the only one who had a black powder pistol and she guessed what had gone on. Only Jesus Christ himself saved me from getting beat to death that day and I promptly got some magazines that showed how to measure powder and load them properly. Never again did I “Dan’l Boone” a black powder load and that gentlemen is a true story about how….
Before one can get old and wise, one must first be young and stupid. It was rare that I saw those girls again…hope you enjoyed,
Art