Long story.
I spend a weekend at a combination
moutain man rendezvous and modern day Indian pow wow. I was up on the hill with the mountain men, decked out in my 19th century finery and carrying a flintlock rifle.
At pow wow there is a tradition known as a "Forty-Niner" which is forty-nine traditional songs which are sung between sundown and sunrise, and it usually takes the whole time to complete it. Anyway, about sunup, things finally quieted down. Then some knucklehead out on the lake (not a member of either group) fired up his boom box with some thumping rap music. I crawled out of my lodge and hollered, "Excuse me. There are a lot of people here who have had a very long night. Would you mind turning that down?"
He flipped me off and said something completely inappropriate for this forum.
So I went back in my lodge, dragged out my rifle and started working the ramrod up and down the barrel and hollered, "Y'know, I'll bet I can hit that boom box from here and everyone in camp would swear it was an accident that happened while I was cleaning my rifle."
Immediately, from inside lodges and bedrolls all through camp you could hear variations of -
"Cleaning accident, that's what it was!"
"Yepper. Accident. Saw the whole thing."
He turned it off and left.
Joseph