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One of Dads co-workers had stopped by in the late evening and had a black powder pistol with him. Somebody got the "Let Mikey try it" type of bright idea and before I knew it I was standing in front of a target hanging from a tree limb, holding an awkwardly formed firearm. I pointed it "downrange" one handed like you saw in old movies while the co-worker cocked it. I took aim and pulled the trigger back, which in retrospect had to have positively intercontinental amounts of creep, and, almost without warning, ka-POW!!.
I managed to hold on to the dragon, just. After the smoke cleared, I was mildly pleased that I had at least blown the target down and it did have a couple of holes in it. OTOH I did decline any further shots, and retreated to my room to collect myself and let the ringing in my ears to subside.