So Kead's question as to what I was interested in trying got me to thinking about my leg-stretch stop at Gander Mountain just north of Richmond on my way home Sunday afternoon. I wandered around a while and of course I had to go back and see what they have that goes "Bang!" The first two guns I saw sure got my attention, but a gentleman was standing right there being an actual customer, so I didn't get to read their labels. They were the honkin'est biggest revolvers I've ever seen. So big that I thought "I'd probably never be able to fire them but they'd make a heck of a club." I swear the barrels looked 2 ft long. Then yesterday I mused on the fact that there are calibers that would probably knock me on my butt, and wandering around Youtube turned up this:
Explaining that my shoulder is bruised because of a shotgun - not embarrassing. That my nose is bruised because of a pistol - yeah that would be embarrassing.
Then my mind took a trip on the way-back machine. Thirty-five or so years ago I read James Michner's Chesapeake. Loved it, but I never knew what the heck a punt gun was until I went to the museum in St. Michael's, MD. Ah. A punt gun is a cannon disguised as a shotgun:
I'm thinking that's probably too big for me even tied down on a boat.