sse: You asked for it..teenager in '59, hunting deer in s.texas with my flinter which was my only rifle...scored a hit, reloaded just in case, went up to the buck who jumped up, kicked my priming powder flask which which was around my neck, broke the nozzle off and up went the powder...I looked like a coal miner at the end of a days work, face, clothes everything and it was drizzling!! You can figure out the rest. Not pleasent...but a friend found the deer a football field away.