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I was asked to do a black powder demonstration and history lecture for a group of middle schoolers at a Renaissance Festival. I prepared short comments, borrowed a blunderbuss, and brought one of my flintlocks. I would shoot the rifle (sans ball), set off a small pile of black powder, and burn artistic patterns into wood using arranged black powder.
I was set next to the HM Royal Artillery. I struck up an amiable black powder conversation with Robert Russell who was in charge of the cannons.
That's right. Cannons.
We hit it off and pretty soon I found myself with a surprise invitation to fire a scale version of the cannon from Old Ironside- the USS Constitution.
I discovered that I do not have the will power to say no if someone offers me the chance to fire a cannon.
It was made clear to me that I was being afforded an honor. Only 5 people outside the HM Royal Artillery had ever been invited to fire one of these cannons.
Boom! It was full daylight, fellas! This makes it look like we shot at night. We didn't.
It was an intense, surprising, and wonderful thing. Bucket list item achieved.
I was set next to the HM Royal Artillery. I struck up an amiable black powder conversation with Robert Russell who was in charge of the cannons.
That's right. Cannons.
We hit it off and pretty soon I found myself with a surprise invitation to fire a scale version of the cannon from Old Ironside- the USS Constitution.
I discovered that I do not have the will power to say no if someone offers me the chance to fire a cannon.
It was made clear to me that I was being afforded an honor. Only 5 people outside the HM Royal Artillery had ever been invited to fire one of these cannons.
Boom! It was full daylight, fellas! This makes it look like we shot at night. We didn't.
It was an intense, surprising, and wonderful thing. Bucket list item achieved.