Just to pick up a beautiful longrifle harkens (in me) a feeling of going "back in time", a time when life was much freer and much less restrictive.
A time,.... when the "rules of safety" were left up to each individual to watch out for his own life and well-being.
A time,.... when it was thought to be "rude" (or, even ludicrous) to force someone to do something (or, NOT doing something) because of some "unsubstantial occurence."
A time,.... when the "PERSONAL choices" a man made, were "HIS" choices alone and not DICTATED by others who thought differently.
A time,.... when the longrifle was a "daily tool", such as one might consider a hammer, power tool, (or etc.) today.
A time,.... when a man took responsibility for his own actions and "lived, or died, with the conseqences" of his PERSONAL decisions.
A time,.... that is all too fast disappearing, but still appreciated, and "longed for", by many of us who love traditional muzzleloaders.