Peabody,
I am in that bottomless pit of flintdom with you. Perhaps we can start an addictions program with the thought that there is no cure, but maybe only containment of the disease.
Only 2 years ago and I was surrounded by historic military, cartridge rifles. Now, their numbers have been reduced and I can count: 1, 2, 3, 4 flintlocks hanging on the wall. Sigh! Even the cap lock is an early Ohio/Vincent style. Where will it end?
I hope you enjoy your flintlock as much as I am enjoying mine. Now, where is that soap to get all this black stuff washed from my hands?
Ron