Daryl and I were talking about this yesterday when he dropped by the shop. We reminisced about the cartridge rifle match in 1976 I entered with my .62 Hawken. The hosts kind of smirked when I asked if I could use my muzzleloader, but let me play anyway. Daryl's memory for details is amazing. He was spotting with a telescope...targets at 100 and 200 yards, five shots at each. I was shooting 200 grains of Holy Black from over a piece of log prone. He said I said, "ow", after each shot. I won the match and the prize was a lovely leather covered Dixon powder flask with the event and date engraved on the head...still have and cherish it. There is no way I could do that now.