When I was a boy, there was an old man that had a rifle that Hacker had built. I'm sorry to say I don't recall much about it now, but I do remember that he used to take trips down Hacker's way every so often, and he'd come back with sacks of meal ground in Hacker's mill and he'd make breakfast for us once in a while using the meal. He'd bring back longrifles that he would sell to pay for the trips, but he kept that Hacker Martin rifle 'til he died.