The snow is still hip deep, but it was a sunny day and temp was a balmy 36F (2C) on the mountain today. So, I put on snowshoes and trekked out to the southeast corner of the meadow, scratched a steel plate out of the snow and shot a cylinder's worth out of the Uberti 1860 Army that a couple of months ago I had loaded with my first batch of paper cartridges that I made.
The first cartridges I made are butt-ugly, look like they were made by a drunk one-eyed monkey, but they worked. Not a single misfire or hang fire. 25 yards offhand, all hits but a sorry spread. I attribute the poor pattern to skipping breakfast, sun glaring off of the snow, a light cross breeze, the slight rotational wobble of the earth on its axis and an abnormally high level of quantum tunneling in the meadow this morning.