a 4 guage elephant rifle an older man had picked up in Africa. muzzleloader it was. i made the mistake one day, in the break room, saying that i would shoot anything with a trigger on it. he said he had one he wanted to see me shoot. i gave a little shrug and said for him to bring it out. he did. man, that was a big rifle. must have weighed thirty pounds. down at the hundred yard range, he proceeded to load it. he had made a powder measure from a ten guage brass shotgun shell. the first scoop made my eyes big, then he poured in another one. i asked if that was a standard load, he said yes. then he patched it and dropped a one inch, quarter pound, lead ball down the bore, capped it and handed it over. i gulped and took it. a half dozen guys had come down the hill to see me put on my butt, so i ended up shooting that monster five times, which was not nearly as bad as i had expected. all in all, it was very interesting, and taught me to consider my words before yapping. the absolute biggest was a sixteen inch rifle, yes rifle, on a battleship. some guys were having a homemade photo op and they were backing down the bore with their heads sticking out. suspect the folks at home were set to exclaiming. you cant believe those things when you look in that hole. OMG is not apt. thus my little story on big guns