Dear Claudette & Greg,

The departure of Art Ressel's "Hawken Shop" from the St. Louis area has proven to be a great loss to the muzzle loading caplock rifle devotees here in the Midwest.

As a direct descendent of Jacob Hawken, of the Sake and Sam Hawken St. Louis gunsmiths, this loss is both personal and poignant. For I have always been proud of my heritage, particularly the fact that the Hawken Rifle is widely acclaimed for its exceptional craftsmanship and superior quality.

While I regret its loss, it's gratifying to know that you have acquired the "Hawken Shop," moved it to the state of Washington and have continued building the recreations of the classic S. Hawken plains rifle. In so doing, you are continuing the true Hawken tradition by the authenticity and dedicated quality of your recreations.

For this, I offer my congratulations and support. In addition, I applaud you for your continuing endeavors in upholding the reputation and tradition associated with the Hawken Rocky Mountain Rifle.

Sincerely,

John R. Hawken

Tuscumbia, MO
March l8, 1992

Dear Claudette Greene & Greg Roberts,

I understand from Mr. Art Ressel that you folks have taken over the old Hawken Gun Shop in St. Louis. I am so glad that there was some one to pickup the ruins of the old Hawken tradition, and I sincerely want to congratulate you on your interest and wish you a lot of success in your venture. It should be an interesting one, I am enclosing a page of my personal line of the Hawken family, it maybe of some interest to you.

I would Like to come to St. Louis sometime in the near future and meet you folks. I understand that Mr. Ressel had some of the old original tools that was used to build the old rifles. I'd love to see them.

Sincerely yours and best of luck
Carl S. Hawken

Line of the Hawken family:

1. Carl J. Hawken - born 1914, son of

2. William C. Hawken - born 1875, died 1951, son of

3. John Hawken - born 1839, died 1923, son of

4. David Hawken - born 1812, died 1891. came to Miller Co., MO. 1850's, died & buried here, son of

5. John Hawken - born 1784, died 1821. Rifle maker at Harpers Ferry, VA, second son of

6. Christain, Hawken (Hacken) - born 1756, died 1821. Rifle maker Hagerstown Maryland, son of

7. Niclaus Hacken - born 1718. died 1758. Rifle maker at Bern Switzerland.

My records show that Niclaus & 2 brothers. Christain & Woefgang came to America from Switzerland and lived in York County. PA. I think that Woefgang was also a rifle maker and probably all three of them. They came to America in 1750. The Boats name was Sandwich. They sailed from Rotterdam. They arrived at Philadelphia PA., November 30, 1750. The Captain of the ship (Sandwich) was captain Hazelwood from Rotterdam, with 200 passengers on board. It didn't say how long the trip took. The record shows that they left a lot of relatives  in Switzerland, but I won't try to list all of them, but the records I have go back to a Niklaust (Hacken) Hawken, born 1565 at Rueggisberg, Bern Switzerland, so the family was of Swiss decent. My great great grandfather, John, born 1784, was an older brother of Jake & Samuel Hawken, the St. Louis Rifle Makers.

Signed

Carl J. Hawken

Ol Thunder and me - Saga of a Hawken Rifle
by Art Ressel

When once I got my mind on  straight and figured where its at, I kicked the traces of the East with just my coat and hat. I heeded Horace Greely's words, ^'cause truly they rang best and set my feet a headin' toward the gateway to the West!

Now once I'd hit St. Louis town, I didn't spare a cent, to outfit with the very best, 'cause I was sure hell bent to be the best damn "Mountain Man" that ever bore that name, so to the "Hawken" gun shop eventually I came.

Their rifles reputation was a legend all its own A gun so true and sturdy, sure the greatest ever known. So rugged yet so beautiful, the finest they could make; was the big bore half stock caplock made for me by Sam & Jake.

It took me barely but a week, a workin' every way to learn that rifle in and out, 'cause sure enough some day I'd call upon her talent in some moment of true strife and there'd have to be that knowledge if she was to save my life!

Her happy voice in time of fun would "crack" a cheerful sound but her words of fear or anger would shake the very ground. A half an inch and then some was the measure of her bore just to face that awesome cavern would have chilled you to the core.

Now I perceived a friend so true should surely have a name, a title that would tell the world that she was far from tame. "0l Thunder" sure - - that fit her fine, she'd answer to that call Yes, "Thunder” would do very well and "lightning" was her ball!

The years were hard, but good to us.I guess we'd shared God's grace "Cause many times I nearly saw the Ol "Grim Reaper's" face. And more than once we cheated death or even upped a score by some help from "The Almighty" or "0l Thunder's" mighty roar!

And now my time of hunting's past my eyes are growing weak. My voice once clear and laughing's just a whisper when I speak. The world no longer knows us, "0l Thunder" and her friend. And I fear the times we once knew have come sadly to an end.

I don't regret the things I've done and Lord knows that's a heap. And I sure ain't one to ask for much, I've always earned my keep. So please Dear God do grant me when I hear the angels song and face the Happy Hunting Grounds - - Let "Thunder" come along!

Art Ressel