Many many years ago there was a bunch of us that would go out every weekend and shoot our flinters. We had a ball almost every Sunday afternoon. One day someone had a white plastic spoon and stuck the handle in the corregation of a cardboard box and set it out at about 50 yds to see who could hit it. In as much as myself and another person were the only ones with loaded flinters at the time he shoulder his Hawken, drew a bead and took first shot. Low and behold he hit it but only took off the left half of the spoon. I, being a cocky sort at the time, told him I would finish it for him. (not really thinking I would hit such a small target off hand at that distance). But when the smoke cleared, the rest of the spoon was gone. No one believed it (including me) but I told them "I said I'd finish it". And as they say, the rest is history. That became the "standard target" from then on. It was fun and challenging to boot. There was a lot of ribbing going on during those shoots. Good times.