White Whale!!!
- Thread starter DANCESWITHEMPTIES
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Almost 50 years ago, the Monashee Mountain Men had a get together shoot in the back country, just behind the huge Metropolis of Lumby BC.
There was a very nice fellow, who also owned a small gun shop, by the name of Robin Lamprecht. He had immigrated to Canada about ten years before, after sneaking through the Iron Curtain minefields.
He loved firearms of all sorts. He must have had a hillbilly Gypsy ancestor or parent, because that was pretty much his lifestyle.
When we put out our possibles on a blanket, for one of the shoots, Robin went a little strange when he eyeballed a set of roundball molds for his 54 cal replica Hawken.
For those that don't know, when a traditional Mountainman match was held each of the contestants would put an article they were willing to part with, such as powder/lead/tobacco/knives etc onto a blanket then have a shoot off and the winners got to choose which item they wanted, depending on where they placed with their score on target.
Robin was a better than average ''offhand'' shot, mostly because Europeans practice that stance and compete in it a lot.
This was an offhand match.
What we didn't know, was that Robin's prize offering was a canteen full of his own Cherry Moonshine and that he had been nipping from another canteen of his Elixer most of the morning. His Cherry Schnapps was renowned and much praised.
Well, to make a long story short, Robin loaded up his 54cal with round ball and a 95grn charge of FFG, lined up, steady as a rock, on the golf ball size balloon, fifty yards away, on stump. Steady as a rock, he took the shot, there was a mighty BANG, a large cloud of smoke and a very shocked Robin.
The recoil had been massive, mostly because Robin had recently exchanged his RamRod for a lovey new and shiny brass ramrod "to add a little more weigt" to the front of his rifle to steady his hold.
That ramrod went about 20 yards, developed a 90 degree bend/arc and bounced of the ground somewhere in front of us.
Luckily, nobody and nothing was damaged. That Lyman Hawken, 54cal stood up to all that pressure without a hiccup, cracked stock or bulged barrel.
Robin, much to his chagrin gained a new nickname and right up until the day he died about 30 years later, he was known as "Ramrod"
There was a very nice fellow, who also owned a small gun shop, by the name of Robin Lamprecht. He had immigrated to Canada about ten years before, after sneaking through the Iron Curtain minefields.
He loved firearms of all sorts. He must have had a hillbilly Gypsy ancestor or parent, because that was pretty much his lifestyle.
When we put out our possibles on a blanket, for one of the shoots, Robin went a little strange when he eyeballed a set of roundball molds for his 54 cal replica Hawken.
For those that don't know, when a traditional Mountainman match was held each of the contestants would put an article they were willing to part with, such as powder/lead/tobacco/knives etc onto a blanket then have a shoot off and the winners got to choose which item they wanted, depending on where they placed with their score on target.
Robin was a better than average ''offhand'' shot, mostly because Europeans practice that stance and compete in it a lot.
This was an offhand match.
What we didn't know, was that Robin's prize offering was a canteen full of his own Cherry Moonshine and that he had been nipping from another canteen of his Elixer most of the morning. His Cherry Schnapps was renowned and much praised.
Well, to make a long story short, Robin loaded up his 54cal with round ball and a 95grn charge of FFG, lined up, steady as a rock, on the golf ball size balloon, fifty yards away, on stump. Steady as a rock, he took the shot, there was a mighty BANG, a large cloud of smoke and a very shocked Robin.
The recoil had been massive, mostly because Robin had recently exchanged his RamRod for a lovey new and shiny brass ramrod "to add a little more weigt" to the front of his rifle to steady his hold.
That ramrod went about 20 yards, developed a 90 degree bend/arc and bounced of the ground somewhere in front of us.
Luckily, nobody and nothing was damaged. That Lyman Hawken, 54cal stood up to all that pressure without a hiccup, cracked stock or bulged barrel.
Robin, much to his chagrin gained a new nickname and right up until the day he died about 30 years later, he was known as "Ramrod"
shotgunjoe
CGN Regular
- Location
- winnipeg mb
Some years ago I was working retail at a local sporting goods store and one evening about a week before Muzzle season started a gentleman came in bleeding from a scope cut. He was in a hurry and I asked what kind of magnum he was shooting and he told me it was his brand new inline muzzle loader that he needed an new ramrod for as he had forgot to remove it after loading and launched it down range. No one saw where it went and it was never recovered.
He did say the recoil was VERY hard.
He did say the recoil was VERY hard.
Jonnyofalltrades
Regular
- Location
- North-central Saskatchewan
Have never done it, but I watched my brother in law do it.
"Wow! That one hurt!
Hey! Where's my ramrod?"
Funny when it's someone else.
"Wow! That one hurt!
Hey! Where's my ramrod?"
Funny when it's someone else.
