When I was a teenager, back in the 60s, I had a 14 gauge flint fowler I bought from Turner Kirkland. The barrel was thin. Even worse, it was not tapered, so it was thin all the way. Being a young man, I thought I was immortal. We loaded that thing as if it were half an inch thick. I was once in the woods, looking for squirels, saw a deer. Of course, I loaded a round ball on top of the shot and stalked the deer for half an hour. I lost him. Grimmaced, held on tight and shot the thing. The fact that I am still here is evidence for the strength of that thin pipe. I later burned my eye with they thing, but that was not the gun'f fault.