I remember as a kid, my buddy and I took my .45 cal. rifle to the woods to target practice. He was new to black powder and we had a grand time shooting and learning just how accurate we could both shoot. Well at the end of the day ,we went to his house and his mom had supper ready. We both sat down and after a few minutes, she made some terrible faces and took my friend to the other room. A few minutes later, he came back to the table, laughing uncontrollably. He wouldn't say anything at the table, but later on after we were away from his mom, he told me what he was laughing about. It seems that his mother, not being around black powder before, smelled the residue on our clothes and thought we were breaking wind at the dinner table. Man, I laughed all the way home. Nowdays I blame the gun, not the dog. :rotf: :rotf: