Sad part is that the kid will more than likely believe it. I know, at the wise old age of 5 I fell for the killer chicken. You know the one that was taken out of the yard by a bald eagle, beat the eagle up and made him bring the chicken back to the yard with the chicken riding on his back... lol
Anyway... my loads are not that bad.... well at least I don't think so.... or is that the reason the range master allways takes a coffee break when I show up?