Several years back, we were muzzleloader hunting at out Tennessee place. About 8:30, I heard a percussion cap (only), fire up the creek bed. I knew my younger Brother was up there, so I was grinning like a possum eating persimmons. Then I heard 3 more caps go off. I was beside myself. When we met at the shack later, he said the durn deer just stood and watched him replace caps. I tried to act sympathetic, but probably failed.
Then we got serious. I got my possibles bag, and got out a steel wire nipple pick. WE pulled our dove hunting stools up side by side. So there we sit, both leaned over the action of this loaded rifle, and we're picking away through the nipple, trying to clear the gun so it will shoot. Our Friend came up behind us, and saw what was going on. He snuck up to about 3 feet, and touched off a 54 caliber Hawkin. We both levitated, and I couldn't pee for 2 days. He thought that was the best thing he'd ever done.