Back in my HS days, my cousin came home from his 2 weeks of summer National Guard duty.
Unpacking, he found a .30-06 tracer round in his field pack
He didn't have a .30-06, so he gave it to me. (smart, right)
I worked at a paint store. Saturdays, we closed at noon. I got a metal can, gallon of lacquer thinner and put in the trunk of car.
The gravel pit, where we went to shoot, had any old refridgerator somebody dumped. We set the hot can of lacquer thinner in the fridge. Stepped off 100 yards and prepared to shoot.
Looking through my scope, I am thinking that can looks awful close.
Decided we should back up a little more and step off another 50.
At the shot, the fridge created a shaped charge. A huge fireball erupted. We were knocked to the ground, smelling burnt hair. We had "sunburned" faces and no eyebrows.
Hearing hysterical laughing, we see a Hy-Po parked at the top of the pit. When he quit laughing, he asked if we had any more tracers?
He told us he wished he had a camera because nobody was going to believe him.
10 years later, mid '80's,opening morning of duck season. Sitting on a duck blind, 30 minutes before sun up, I load my 870 and discover, a don't have a plug.
I unscrew the magazine and using pocket knife, pry out the retaining cap.
Yep, just as the cap comes out, my finger slips. I hear s sproing and then splash, In the dark.
Had a single shot that day.