A Story of Mountain Rifles, an Old Man, and a Boy
This is a story about muzzle loading “mountain” rifles, an old man, and a boy. One of the rifles is shown in these pictures. The old man was my grandfather. And the boy was me – many years ago. I come from an Appalachian Mountains heritage where, to say it gracefully, people weren’t wealthy. I learned at an early age that if I wanted something, there was usually no money to buy it, so I would have to make it myself. I made the rifle pictured here in 1967 when I was 18 years old. I’m no...
