...and bought a bottle of Big Peat.
Divine, and for a blend of Islay malts, not expensive at �35
Then, stupidly, I entered the portals of my local
friendly^h^h^h^fiendish antique shop.
"Anything interesting?" I asked.
Knowing *EXACTLY* what I meant, he brought out a heavy double-barrelled
percussion wossname, tatty, but more-or-less in good order. Somewhere
round half an inch bore, it was probably a deer gun, Can't see any
rifling, but there might be some.
Trouble is, I will now be looking for a cap-box, nipple key (Terwur?),
ball mould, etc to go with it, along with
the other tools which it should have in its case. And I shall have to
make a case...
So I left a (cash!) deposit on it, and wandered away muttering. It will
be a hard Chrimble this year, huddled round the candle, carving the
Brussels sprout, but with the upside, toasting the season with Big Peat.
--
Rusty
Not to mention the prospect of new BNAG!s to look forward to.
--
Richard Robinson
"The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes" - S. Lem
My email address is at http://www.qualmograph.org.uk/contact.html
umm. Is this a special type of antiqyue shoppe that is allowed to
fryy firearms?
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>> percussion
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>> wossname, tatty, but more-or-less in good order. Somewhere
>> round half an inch bore, it was probably a deer gun, Can't see any
>> rifling, but there might be some.
>
>
> umm. Is this a special type of antiqyue shoppe that is allowed to
> fryy firearms?
See edit
--
Rusty
Fairy nuff. Now I unmisunderstand
Ohled - sorry Miscreants, bought - a horn-handled stick with a
gold-plated ferrule (if that's not a contradiction in terms) in a
charidee shop a while back. Cleaned-off all the chipped, flaking and
scraped back laquer from the shaft, coloured the wood with ebony dye,
and gave it many coats of home-moished polish, and today, exchanged it
for a pair of bar-locks from a good double-barrelled percussion or
hammer gun.
I haven't got an immediate use for the locks, but to use the stick on an
even keel I'd have had to have shortened my legs a few inches.
--
Rusty