In an obscure dusty section of a university library three or more decades ago, I found a very old book written by an English game keeper who thought that the new-fangled percussion caps were "modern crap"...but rather than flintlocks, he actually preferred to use his old wheelocks. And he romantically went on at length about their virtues...claiming that they had some sort of poetic affinity or echo with the nature of the forest....very much like the way blued steel and walnut fans these days condemn stainless and synthetic stocks. Wish I could remember the name of that book.

By the way, I ditched that Wehrmann peep sight...designed as a target sight for service rifles, it was just too flimsy for a hunting rifle, in my opinion.