I'd love to just get one of those old guns just to see the faces when I rocked up to a hunting party. Dressing in period clothing to suit would be a bonus.
So, let me get this right, Cass. You bought an antique worth a good few bob to use on your crossbow? I'm imagining you to be the eccentric old man on the street everyone refers to as "The Colonel" from this day forth!
(Complete with clapped out old jeep on the front lawn you go and sit in to drink beer while wearing a steel helmet)
In fact, with that in mind, you're officially now my hero and aspiration in life.