One time, back in the early '80s ( I was about 15 then )I washunting during Pennsylvania's flintlock season. I got a shot at a doe and hit it. I watched it run about 50 yds. and lay down.I was all excited and started to reload the CVA Kentucky rifle.I broke the wooden ramrod. I had to walk all the way back to the truck and borrow my dad's ramrod and go back to finish off the doe.