I just got back yesterday from attending and competing in my first Quigley shoot at Forsyth, MT.
I had a good first day hitting 50% of the targets at 600 (4 of 8), 530 (3 of 8) and 405 (5 of 8) yards.
Sunday started out good with 5 of 8 at 417 yards.
The second set was the 350 yard off-hand and by then the wind had kicked up to 15-20mph with gusts to 27.
I did not hit the with first 4 shots, then the rifle that my brother GAVE me, C. Sharps 1875 Sporter in .40-65, stopped firing. The primers were being hit off center and not firing.
So I finished the last 4 shots and subsequent 805 yard target using my brothers 1874 Quigley in .45-70, and did not hit another target at all.
However, it was the best time I've had shooting since pulling the triggers in the M1 Abrams.
BPCR is my new addiction to this pre-existing condition.
I learned how to load black powder cartridges, clean the brass, resize, anneal brass, care for the guns, take them apart and learned a ton about windage and elevation for lobbing 370-515 grain bullets moving at 1,000-1,150 fps a LONG way, plus a lot of history.
I have always wanted to do this but finally got the opportunity. Plus it was good to be back home in Montana again even though it was windy-a$$ed eastern MT.
So I came home with a C. Sharps 1875 Sporter in .40-65 with Kelley Long Range Soule sight, Kelley front sight with spirit level , about 150-175 rounds loaded in 370gr and 423gr, another 150-200 brass, bullets out the wazoo, black powder, wads, primers and various other related stuff.
Not to mention a Ruger M77 in .270 that I bought from my brother, hundreds of loaded rounds for it, hundreds of brass & bullets for it, tons of other caliber ammo and brass, and a very special revolver.
When we were kids, dad had a Ruber Blackhawk in .30 carbine. I always told him that if he ever thought about selling it, I would buy it.
Well, when I was off in the Army, dad sold it.
So this brother, the oldest, tracked this blackhawk down. It only took him 15 years, but he found it and bought it back and it has been sitting in his safe for 7-8 years.
Since dad gave me the M1 carbine rifle, my brother said I should have the pistol too. So now they are back together.
Now my challenge is to find a place around the Front Range that I can go shoot my smoke pole and get ready for Quigley next year.
I am seriously hooked. Goodbye cash.