Widow's Son said:
Just on that note,
I did medieval reenactment a long time ago.
In Australia we are generally unfamiliar with cannon being used for reenactment, as a result a smallish medieval piece was being fired in an arena event.
I was a good few hundred meters away in an encampment, having noting to do with this and not aware it was pointed in my direction.
I heard something fly between the guy I was talking to, bounce off a display in front of us and drop on my gear chest.
It turned out to be part of a bolt head, warm and rusting as I held it.
It must have got into the blank load they were using.
Luckily no member of the public was closer.
Unfortunately the arrogant idiots didn't understand why I was so angry at them. :cursing:
That's a disturbing thing to hear. But, exactly what may happen if a tube is left unattended. All it takes is a moment of inattention for things such as that to occur. The crew were probably dumbfounded, as it was just such a moment when either a small child or a large ignorant oaf probably slip the projectile into the bore.
One other way for a projectile to enter the tube, is the ill advised practice of topping off a blank load with grass pulled from the ground. Who knows what debris this practice may introduce to the charge. The roots of the grass may ensnare all sorts of possible projectiles.
Almost every cannon I have inspected in state or national parks or on town commons have had their bores polluted with trash. Empty beverage cans, chip bags, candy wrappers, sticks and stones reside in these silent warriors.
And don't under estimate the power of "a smallish medieval piece." I think it was back in 2005, we were doing demos at a small renfaire in New Hampshire. Our largest piece, the Beast, was a handgonne with an inch and three quarter chambered bore and an overall tube length of 18 inches including the socket. When it roared, it set off the vendors car alarms, about a quarter of a mile down from us. The vendors hated us, as they had to collect their car keys and send a lad down to silence all the alarms. A resident from off a hill, a good mile from us, came down to ask us to point the muzzle elsewhere, as the report was rattling his windows and upsetting his pregnant wife. The boom of the gonne would echo back and forth in the valley where we were. Sounding much like rolling thunder, I loved the acoustics of that site.
Imagine what could happen if safety was not first and foremost in our minds.
CP