Small steps work, too.
I just returned from a deer scout, after which I stopped for a cup of coffee with a rancher friend. Okay, we killed off a whole pot of coffee. I helped him load a dozen head he was hauling in to slaughter, and since all of them were horned I asked him what he did with the horns. He pointed over his shoulder and said "They're all out in the bone pile."
I asked to pick through them, and he asked what for. I pulled my powder horn out of the truck and he got real enthused, saying "You know, I used to hunt a lot with muzzleloaders when I was a kid. Just kind of fell out of it, but I've still got the rifle in the closet." I offered to make him a horn for his generosity, and next thing you know I've got a dozen horns in the back of my truck and more as I need them.
But that's not the big deal, as far as this conversation goes. He's going to start shooting with me, aiming to take up muzzleloading again. And before I left his wife showed up with her parents, and they want to go, too. They all took to the idea like ducks to water.
Looks like for the effort of bending my elbow through a pot of coffee and making one powder horn, I've come out with a steady horn supply PLUS four new shooters. And come to think of it, their string of horses will be real handy for getting this old body back into some of the tough country I used to hunt in my youth.
How can you beat a morning like that?