Believe me, you only have to see one horn blow up, to get real gun shy, real quick. When I was just getting started in buckskinning, back in the seventies, a young kid came to rendezvous, with a powder horn he made from a small cow horn, and a stick from a beaver dam. The stick wasn't thoroughly dry, when he whittled one end down to fit the mouth of the horn, a handful of upholstery tacks around the plug, and it held powder, good enough. A couple of 110 degree California days, and a shrunken plug, now created a disaster that was simply hunting a location. He dropped his horn, and bag, a few feet from his cooking fire, leaned his rifle against one of the pole of his Baker tent and headed for the ice chest, after finishing the trail walk. His girl friend took the opportunity to get away from the cooking fire, and make a call of nature. Nobody saw what actually happened, but we all heard it. reconstructing the event proved that the horn had been leaking for some time, but hadn't found a means of ignition. Either the fire popped a spark, or something else set it off, no matter, it did a lot of damage. Some of the tacks went twenty yards. Luckily nobody got hit by these little missiles.
Hungry Horse