I have often wondered where my fascination with muzzleloaders came from and why I never abandoned the more conventional style of rifle with an external hammer that falls in an arc.
I came across this photo of me and my brother Tim, at the ripe aged age of 5, standing next to my grandfather’s sedan (Dodge?) in 1954, with a deer stuffed in the trunk. He had obviously just returned from his deer camp in Houghton County, east of Twin Lakes in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, and we were as proud as peacocks to pose with the deer.
A Lifelong Love of Muzzleloaders
