If you haven't done this.....
... you obviously haven't been out shootin' enough!
Let me "set the scene":
Was out shooting with Matt and a "youngish" (to me, anyway) couple that are good friends of ours. Matt and Brian are down at the north end of the firing line with this old Remington Model 33 that I found in my closet, taking turns 10 rounds at a time; keeping count of who can "ding" the 8 ft by 8" pole that's a little over 100 yards downrange. No scopes, no lasers, just the
circa early 30's sights that came on the rifle
(Brian, who usually can't hit a school bus with a 12 gauge at 7 yrds, was beating the snot out of Matt)
Brian's wife Amanda was makin' holes in paper targets with my wife's .357 and my .44; reloading and firing strings at a rate that would make a moderately accomplished pin-shooter proud. Me I'm makin' smoke and noise with the the Remmies; spinning the steels semi-regularly. Amanda gets bored and wants to try out "the blackpowder stuff", so I show her how to load up and fire the 5-1/2 incher. After a couple of cross words out of her mouth as she spills a couple of 30 grn loads of loose Pyrodex, I "take pity" and show her how much easier it is with the 30 grn pellets - great for quick reloads in the re-enactment stuff; but too stinkin' expensive for everyday use. So now I'm reloading all four of my cylinders on the long pistol while she's REALLY killing the paper with the little guy. She takes one cylinder from me and dumps it in and BANG! BANG! BANG!
(POP). Imagine the sound made when you stick your finger in the side of your mouth and pull it out sideways to imitate a cork being launched out of a champagne bottle - yeah, that's the (
POP) Oooooops!
So after I pull the nipple and punch the ball out with a 6" chunk of 1/8" brazing rod and a tack-hammer; we're now "loading and firing our own".
"Is your gun loaded?"
"It's a revolver, Amanda; 'guns' are REALLY big and mounted on battleships"
"Whatever, is it loaded?"
"Yes, Amanda"
"Powder and everything, right? We don't want you 'going off lightly' "
"Shut up, Amanda"
Thank God Sue was on-call at the hospital that day. If she had been there I wouldn't have had a moment's peace for the rest of the weekend.
Just Sayin'