As November came to an end, I was lucky enough to be returning to Lockton in the North Yorkshire Moors to join a team of blackpowder and muzzle-loading fanatics. Driven shooting with blackpowder has always been on my wish list — this was going be my fifth year shooting on this day and it has played a huge part in shaping the way I feel about driven shooting.
I guess the reason I first became drawn to blackpowder was the light show. Shooting with blackpowder is akin to battling a Jedi with a lightsabre, a real, dramatic dragon’s-breath flame that licks out, chasing whatever is in its path.
We were lucky the weather had finally started to turn cooler. With plenty of leaves on the trees it had still felt like early October but the most recent cold snap had
