BLACK POWDER IN THE CROCK. Carson City used to have a rendezvous–a gathering of mountain men and others. They gave me a board, a tree and a power cord between the cannons and the Civil War. When the mountain men were ready to fire their cannons they’d smile with glee and wave. I’d pause mid-song. BAM! One Saturday night after the liar’s contest a one of the mountain men–Cryer, the beaugeway– asked if I’d like some apple pie. I love apple pie. My wife makes a great crust. What a mistake! Oh my gosh…never again. This became the Carson City Rendezvous song and every year the mountain men sang it with me. For the Muzzleloaders….