My Dad once told me the story of how, during WWII, smokeless powders were unavailable. One day a farmer was burning off a huge field and invited him and some friends to bring their guns. They went to a local store and the only shells that were available had been handloaded with black powder. On returning to the field they would wait for a rabbit to run out and shoot. Then they would have to run several yards to the side to see if they hit anything.
Beast Regards, George
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