robert.furtkamp.com / guns / Yes. I'm a black powder hick.
I own two, just like my hero Josey Wales
There's nothing quite like the low thump of a pair of .44 Colt black powder revolvers going off simultaneously.

The sound alone is enough to make me happy - that doesn't count the pleasant smoke that drifts downrange and wafts out of the pistol for a minute or two after firing.

And as an added bonus, you can order these directly through the mail in states that don't consider them to be firearms.
No pesky dealer, no annoying Form 4473, no maddening three day wait while the ATF decides whether or not you can have another gun, pay it no mind that you've already got enough to start a small ruckus in the tri-state area.

If you can't see this, be glad.

Copyright 2003, Robert Furtkamp. You can't use this damn thing on your own web site, but you can link to it all you want.
Warning: Excessive humor inside every box. I don't intend to shoot anyone, or carry illegally across state lines, or do anything bad, honest.
Don't put knives in your mouth, unless you want to be like me. Then it's ok.