All I can say is that I am ever so glad that my first experiences with black powder were much less traumatic.
I do kinda quiver a bit when I think back to a time when a friend was helping me fill a flask, or maybe I was helping him fill his flask. We were both standing there, calm as can be, one of us had a can of Fffg and the other had the flask, and powder is pouring into it, and we are both standing there smoking cigarettes.
Not quite the smartest thing we could have been doing. One more reason I know that God loves me. Thank you Lord.
And Hawken, you tell one heck of a good story.
Thanks,
John