Blunderbuss story
30 years ago or so I had gone to the range. There was an old guy there shooting at a coffee can on the ground with a blunderbuss. Every time he woud shoot there was a lot of dust around the can and a strange cackle or giggle from him. He was clearly enjoying himself. Well, having a healthy interest in black powder firearms, I went over to talk to him. I don't remember what the gun was but it looked pretty beat up and could have been original for all I remember. Anyway, I asked him what he was using for ammo, expecting to hear something like #4, # 6, # 8 shot or something like that. He just told me he would shoot "whatever was handy." I didn't push him but watch as he loaded. He poored some power out of his measure down the barrel, stuffed a wad of shotgun news on top of that and then he bent over and gathered a handful of spent .22 brass off the ground and dumped it down the barrel. That opened my eyes. Wow, that was strange. He would then prime the pan and pull the trigger. Dust around the can as it bounced down the range and the strange "cackle" as he looked at me. We went dow to inspect the coffee can. There were dents and holes all over it. Some of the holes had some strange shapes as one would imagine. I have been intrigued with blunderbuss' eversence but have never owned one.
