My only complaint came when I showed up with a gunbelt at which a couple of their purists turned up their noses, until I showed them a photograph of my maternal grandfather wearing it, a relic of Wyoming's Johnson County Wars.
They were also annoyed that I was wearing dirty coveralls instead of the fancy Western duds they favored, and I apologized, having soiled the things a bit the day before when I was firing a coal-powered steam locomotive with a scoop shovel, the motor driven auger feeder being out of service for new bearings. But the overalls and Hickory cap were also authentic to the period, though I probably should have worn my derby.
Helpfully, my girlfriend at the time was a Lakota sweetie who answered every question put to her in the language her grandmother had taught her. And she outshot me in the Frontiersman black powder handgun category, though she was in a *greenhorn* class.
I looked into the SASS stuff (as the End of the Trail range is about 3 miles from me), but it seemed like a pretty pricey dress-up game.
I’d like to see a group that gets together and shoots classic DA revolvers and pretends to be McGivern, Jordan, Bryce and Askins.
PS: I hit a dry hole with the Ed Brady search. Sorry about that.