I think most of us have been burning the old charcoal for a lot of years and have had an experience that can be looked back on and laughed at. One such experience happened several years ago while attending a club shoot. First of all, I talked my almost-8-month pregnant wife in to going and camping out. We didn't have a decent tent at the time so I went to K-Mart and bought one they had on sale. It was a fairly large one with separate poles. Once I arrived home I set it up (so I'd know how to do it when we got to the camp site). It was great and she was even a bit excited we were going. Finally arriving at the shoot, I started to set the tent only to realize I'd left the poles home. They were stored in a separate bag. After some creativity with rope I'd borrowed from several other shooters, I had strung the tent up under a tree. It sagged like a 90 year old woman, but at least it was shelter. To this day, I haven't lived it down. But....my bad luck didn't stop there. On the shooting line, I wasn't doing particularly well and got into a good conversation with the guy standing next to me. I was shooting a flinter and he graciously allowed me to stand to the right of him on the end. After loading, I pulled the trigger to some extra heavy recoil. Thinking I'd double powdered the load, I began the reloading process only to find my ramrod was missing. Further scrutiny found that most of it went through the target sideways - the only bullseye I'd scored that day. Sheepishly, I gathered my gear and called it a day. Quite a day!