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Back in the late '60s, I was at a public range where they segregated the BP shooters to one end of the firing line. The stranger next to me was shooting flint pistols. After loading, he failed to put the lid back on his tin of DuPont's FFFFG. With his next shot, a spark from the pan did a Hail Mary right into the open can. Instantly, there was a ferocious vertical jet of bright fire, accompanied buy a loud whoooosh and a cloud of smoke. Thankfully, there was no injury to person (except for the shooter's pride) nor property. The event still keeps me aware of BP's volatility and reminds me to keep my powder covered.
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