Pete, you are just plain wrong. The first muzzleloader Hunt I went on was a local hunt with a friend that was a muzzleloading newbie just like me. I was hunting with a CVA Kentucky flinter, and using Crisco lubed patches. Around seven in the morning a fat little forked horn quietly got up, and tried to sneak away. I shot him just behind his foreleg, and he fell, and slid, kicking, down the hillside. I started to reload, and then noticed smoke. I looked at the ground about ten or fifteen yards in front of me, and was horrified to see flames jumping up. I dropped the gun, shrugged out of my shooting bag, and powder horn, and dashed to the fire. By now it was about three feet across, and two feet high. I started stomping it out, as I pulled off my flannel shirt, but was losing ground fast. My hunting buddy showed up about that time, and quickly poured his canteen on my shirt, and then did the same with his own. When we got the fire out, the burned circle was about ten feet across, and we both looked like chimney sweeps.
A local firefighter said it must have been beginners luck that we actually got the fire put out.
Hungry Horse