In reference to shooting a ramrod, here is a quote from my distant cousin George Frederick Ruxton book Life in the Far West where he dispatched a wolf that decided he was his next meal. "Without dreaming that the rifle would go off, I put a cap on the useless barrel, and,... snap--ph-i-zz--bang-- went the charge of damp powder, much to my astonishment, igniting the stick which remained in the barrel, and driving it like a fiery comet against the ribs of the beast (wolf), who, yelling with pain, darted into the prairie at the top of his speed, his singed hair smoking as he ran."