The story of David Crockett stands apart from all others in our history—a nebulous collection of traditions about a great array of facts. This book will follow his history with close attention to dates, and without recognition of the impossible legends of many writers. To accomplish this has required much reading and research, much weighing of evidence, and the help of others. The portrait of David Crockett, now for the first time published, is after the original in the Alamo, painted by the famous artist Chapman while Crockett was a Congressman.
Book Review: Davy Crockett's Mysterious Death at the Alamo
I was utterly fascinated with the original flintlock arms used in that series. As a youth of 14, I had never before seen any real flintlocks in films or anywhere else. These black-and-white programs were compiled the following year into a Technicolor production titled Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier, which became one of the top motion pictures of the s. Although my interest in antique arms of all types—especially 18th- and 19th- century American guns—was born while viewing these Crockett shows, little did I know that this fascination with firearms would eventually lead to a rewarding career in the profession of arms. Fellow arms student and long-time amigo Joseph Musso, who has a particularly keen eye for recognizing motion picture firearms, has gathered an impressive collection of silver screen hardware.
Book Review: Davy Crockett’s Mysterious Death at the Alamo
He was rom East Tennessee and had a solid reputation for enjoying storytelling and hunting and fishing. He became a colonel for the Lawrence County, Tennessee Militia and later elected to the Tennessee state legislature. He was elected for the U. Congress in and was known for his opposing much of what Andrew Jackson was working at doing, in specifically the Indian Removal Act. This is what was said to have sparked his leaving for Texas and his joining in the Texas Revolution in
Attributed to one Asa Musgrove, the Statesman story decribes an event that supposedly took place a couple of years before Crockett crossed the Red River into Texas in January The confident local shooter, envisioning a small fortune in silver and a rifle to boot, readily accepted the wager. At that, the stranger assumed a wide-footed stance, raised his rifle and nestled the butt-plate against his shoulder. To the delight of the crowd, the muzzle of that flintlock wobbled worse than a homeward-bound drunk. The matter settled, the stranger again raised his flintlock.