callenish gunner

That was the proof load and it was fairly accurate too, hit a dinner plate sized target at 50 feet ... the barrels have all seemed strong and solid and they have been great sparkers

I have seen many period pieces for a soldier's kit or explorer's kit but never have I seen anything prior to the late 19th century that came close to the modern mess kit pictured ...A wooden or tin bowl and a tin or copper pot and a mug/noggin of some material, yes, and a simple spit that could be suspended by sticks, yes but a separate kit just for eating/cooking was a later development. Even on some of the archeological digs I have worked on at French & Indian sites have nothing that resembles even parts of kits like those shown. I think perhaps someone was justifying their own choice of kit by making some suppositions that were not based in fact or valid research. I have had some unqualified "antique dealers" try to tell me that machine forged items were from the early 1700's and tried to foist items that were clearly 1900's items as much earlier; so my advise would be "buyer beware" I carry a small covered copper (1-1/2 Qt.) pot and a wooden bowl and noggin with a horn spoon and my work knife and a steel skewer about 18" long in a leather sheath that makes up my entire period personal cook set.

Gawds knows nobody would want to do that!!!! Just checking for lightening

Welcome aboard mate! Make mine a flaggon of the blackest Barbados Rhum!!!

These little lasses be .52 cal. .....I fired a .50 cal ball with 125 grains of fffg to proof them with no problems.

Let me start out saying that I was the largest kid at the school I went to. I worked the docks after school loading crates of fish for the Glasgow market. For several months there was this new lad (Dale MacNaughton) at school who kept trying to start fights with me. He was about a head shorter than any other fellow in our age, and he couldn't have weighed eight stones (100 lbs.). He'd try to trip me or knock my books out of my hands, etc. On a Tuesday in late April, he followed me as I walked home to my village and to my job at the fishery, he kicked at my books and my Geometry text went skittering into the harbour. I turned and told him I'd had enough and asked him why he wouldn't just leave me alone. He said his dad had said if he wanted the other kids to respect him he would have to pick a fight with the biggest lad in school and give him what for. I told him that was stupid and if he didn't get the f*&% away from me I'd have to hurt him. He took a swing and socked me in the jaw. I lost my temper with him finally and picked him up by the groin and gullet and tossed him into a crate of fish guts and then lifted three more crates of guts on top of that crate. Together they must have weighed over 200 pounds. Told this little toady he'd not be getting out until he gave up the idea of fighting me; all he did was curse at me and call me names ...as I watched him struggle to try to lift the crates from over his head and listened to him try to tell me how he would kick my arse when he got out, I began to feel sorry for him. Until he went too far and made threats against a couple of my girlfriends at which point I told him I was leaving him there, I walked home (leaving him ranting from inside that crate of smelly oozing guts and fins and tails)and washed up for dinner and sat down to fish-pie and carrots and onions. At half past eight there was a knock on the door and my Aunt Margret opened it to the Constable and Mr. MacNaughton, they asked if I knew where Dale was since he was last seen following me after school. I told them the story of what had happened and told them where to find the lad. There he was covered in fish guts and wreaking of filth soaked to the skin in it. His father started off on me; here's a man who obviously had a bit of a Napoleon complex going on, he was about five foot nothing and skinny as a lamp post, telling me he was going to thrash me within an inch of my life. The constable set him to rights when Dale told his dad how his advice could have gotten him killed. Told the constable and his dad what he had done trying to pick the fight and how I had lifted him up like a doll and tossed him into the crate. Let's just say at sixteen I was 5' 11" and fourteen stone 10 (210 lbs.) That was the only fight I got into while in school. In the service and at university was a different story.....

Bo, don't worry worked it with my local smith .....mmm a gun worm could be nice with a linstock

There are still 2 of these pistols left they both have been proof fired and are waiting for good homes

Very nicely done gentlemen.... You have all raised the bar to a fine level now I guess I'll have to make ours .....but with Salty, Hamish, Hannah & M'self I'll be quite busy for the next few months.

About bloody time ye pirate .....How's a bloke supposed to get his goods while you're out lallygagging!!!!!

The current bottle!!!!

these would be an alternative to the smaller buttons that Mary sells for a civilian coat G G Godwin there are others on this site as well... a bit pricey but for the look it is worth it

That primitive cutlass you pictured QJ is just a hack and bash weapon a cutlass like that was never designed for finesse swordplay. they were usually made by local blacksmiths and not by sword makers or cutlers. It was for the most part just like a machete or cane knife with an enlarged guard on it ....but in shipboard armed combat it would do what was usually required of it to do. there are extant examples of such weapons including in the Neuman collection @ Valley Forge NPS

the new jacket looks great! .... the pattern in the fabric appears nicely subtle ant the colour suits you

Bon jour Captain, enjoy your time here

Well ladies that hatpin of Lady Brower's is probably more deadly than you might think. if used as a clandestine lethal weapon driven into the base of the skull just above the C-1 vertebrae and twisted, it is most often fatal. Or carefully driven into the ear canal can also be fatal or causing some serious brain damage. They were used by spies and assassins for generations. While you think they are becoming passionate and your guard is down the next thing you know since you mistakenly took her advances as affection she was just getting close enough to land the fatal blow.

Happy Birthday Lad ...Hope to see you again soon!!!

Impossible to tell without seeing said blade ....will wait to see what you have

They are a basic gun and many need to fine tuned or even reworked a bit ...but if you're looking to spend the minimum to get a gun these are the best bet in town ...i have sold plenty over the years and like patrick and o'keefe and others they reworked them into some fine shooters ....are they same quality as handmade customs? NO! they are hand forged replicas plain and simple. I check and proof fire every gun I sell and I also do custom work as well but most folks would rather plop down $300 than $2500 for a handbuilt handcarved and inlaid pistol that is one of a kind it's like buying a hyundai or a lamborghini

A doglock musket or a 1690's musket would also work for you they would run about $450-500 (Indian import)

Turns out we won't be making it after all ...Salty has had to have a second radiation treatment and Hamish and I aren't allowed to be close to her for the next 2 weeks ...and I don't think I'm up to taking care of the wee nipper by me onesies on such a sojourn, so close after my own recent surgery. We hope everyone has a grand time in Beaufort .... wish we were there!!!

Quick cover lad ....let's hope she buys it DOUBT IT!!!

been enjoying it for years ...rich full taste!!!

happy birthday lass ....many happy returns of the day