We moved to Montana when John Buhmiller was still making barrels. One evening my Dad, Mom and I went over to the Buhmillers for supper and then we got a shop tour. I think I was 12 or 13, not really into guns at that time, and don't remember the details that well.
He had this metal target of an Indian head made with bullet holes, I thought that was pretty cool. John also had his shop booby-trapped -- he asked me to get something on the bench and I hit the trip wire. BANG! Good jolt for me, he just laughed.
But I do remember that there wasn't much "flash" to John. He was focused on the internals, making things work. He showed us the guns he'd used to kill the animals in the pictures or on the wall and they weren't showpieces -- kids were allowed to touch.
