@bluejay and @LezboPirate I’ve posted the story on here before, but I can’t find it and you guys probably weren’t around when I posted it, so I’ll briefly recount it for you. Basically, my mom wanted to learn to shoot, so we went to a tiny range in a tiny town up between two mountains. It was a very dry day and I had apparently forgotten that one of my rifle magazines was loaded with tracers. We shot a few targets at the 100 yard range and a huge plume of smoke started rising from behind the berm. I ran downrange to see what was going on and there was a perfect circle of flame. I poured my Dr. Pepper on it, peed on it, and everything, but the smoke was too much, so I called the fire dept. Long story short, said plume became a roaring inferno that engulfed the entire mountainside and a part of the other side before they got it under control. Mom and I had to go to this tiny little court in the Mayberry-esque town where the judge wore flip flops and sat behind a ping pong table. We were both fined $200 for “unauthorized use of tracers; set mountain aflame.”
Friends that have been up to this range recently have informed me that the mountainside still has evidence of being turned to charcoal, but the greenery is making a comeback in force since plants thrive on ashy soil and that sort of thing. I guess technically this can’t be the worst thing I’ve done, since it was an accident, but it is still a good way to raise a few eyebrows, and assuming I ever breed, it will be a great story for the grandkids. It’s pretty popular at parties, too. “Hey Fiddle, tell us about the time you burned down an entire mountain with a gun!”