Butch,

LMAO!!

How true though. I got a box for my advisor to shoot through his Win. 12ga. last year before season, and his son-in-law and I watched as a 3 foot flame ignited out the end of the barrel and his arse fell off the bench and landed on the cement pad on the range floor.

It took us all about 5 minutes to stop laughing... which was followed, of course, by his generous offer to let us shoot "those damn slugs"...