I recently spoke of kicking dead horses. Let's kick one that's still alive...the ole' touch-hole issue. Much has been reported about touch holes, liners, ignition speed, ad infinitum. All good...all fun. Learned a lot, then, being a stubborn Dutchman, built my personal gun at Jacobsburg the way I always have. I took a #50 drill bit, and put a hole right in front of the breech plug face, a little higher than bottom of the pan, as I figure that that is where the heat will be greatest.
Results: 2 sighters on April 30, 1 " apart off a sandbag, 60 meters, slight sight adjustment, #3 and 4 an X and a 10, 1" apart. I account for the 1" as I am old, have bad eyesight and worse personal habits.
On May 1 at Jacobsburg, with Ms. Vicki as witness, 6 shots offhand at a 5" block... 6 hits. Ms. Vicki challenged me and made me sweat a bit. She said, hit the crack in the wood. I was 1/2 inch off offhand. I can barely see beyond the front sight without Rakija. Incidentally, my flint was horrible, sharded off 70% and still functioning.
That makes 10 ignitions for 10. 10 for 10 hits. Point is, if an old clown who shoots only for fun can do this, in a party atmosphere, convince me that I should waste time on a liner. The trick is holding steadily, and if I can do it, so can you younger, more attuned guys. I know, I know, spare me...I could increase to faster. For me, at my age, 10 for 10 at my distances and needs, I'm satisfied. I have other things more fun fine tuning.
On way home, Fogelsville Hotel as usual. Exceptionally raucous atmosphere that evening, even for Fogelsville. Had to defend Ms. Vicki's honor and nearly ended up in the pokey. Dang, I love retirement. Wayne