My best (read most memorable) screwup: I seem to recall it being 1988 and I was entered in the BP Class at EOT. Back then the only BP class required use of cap & ball revolvers, plus BP or acceptable substitute in rifle & shotgun (dbls only). Anyway, back to story; to reduce the time BP shooters took to load, we were allowed to charge the cylinders off the line, and cap at the loading table. So there I was, in trailer, charging the sixgun (an EMF '51 Navy) when in rushed my sone (10 years old at the time) with some "emergency"!
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After taking care of the immediate child care problem, I went off in search of my posse and await my turn at the loading table.
All went well... till the timer went off! We were seated in the one-holer/jail facing the timer. At the buzzer we had to reach outside the door, open it and then step around the corner and fire at 5 knockdown targets about 10 yards away. Well, to this day I swear I cleaned that stage, and in a smart timely fashion. However, none of the pistol targets fell down. As I finished with the rifle, and picked up the shotgun to finish the badguys off, I noticed the timer and safety officer were laughing rather louding. As I cleared the shotgun, I noticed the whole gallery was laughing/pointing/commenting in my general direction.
After removing my earmuffs the timer told me how impressed he was with my shooting precision. He (Greybeard of old) said: "You hit all of your pistol targets up high where those little .36 caliber balls would have knocked those big heavy targets down! If only you'd had some balls loaded in your cylinders; them little Wonder Wads don't carry enough energy to knock anything down!"
Almost acquired a new moniker that day. A few tried, but upon being upbraided with my quiet indignation, they stopped.
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