Drat, here I am, a floundering father of an all Black Powder Posse and cought red handed by the poparizzi and now a proven scoundrel and villan. But wait, there must be an explanation. They're waiting, they're waiting, they're WAITING! So, what is the reasonable explanation of the posession of the low down heathen fad smokeyless powder ammo?
I won it.
It was my door prize.
Now, I'm faced with shame and ruin. What to do?
I got home and attempted to dispose of the stuff honorably, but my wonderful lil Browning 92 simply won't feed the stuff. I'll have to wait till ol Sam'l Remington gets my brace of RVs back to me to properly burry the stuff. What with skimpy lube groves, heathen powder, unknown crayon lube . . . . . . Not even a decent box.
After I do properly dispose of the innards, I'll properly load that brass with a compressed charge of FFFg Holy Black under a fine Snakebite boolit and raise particular hell with some unsuspecting steel varments.
That's my story and I'm stickn' to it.
DD-DLoS