IIRC we had an SKS, but don't remember if we shot it or not. Neighbor guy came over and claimed our bullets, being shot down range (the picnic table was the shooting position, and it was on a little hill, and there's a forest behind it) was going over his roof of his house a mile behind where we were.
I think he was just pissed about pill-sized bottles of tannerite going boom. The black duct-taped bag? Yeah, that was the grand finale. We WERE going to hang it from a tree, but decided to have more fun with the bottles we had extra.
If nothing else, buy a small thing of it and have friends come over that do if you can't get it to go off with the SKS. Or the pistol. Or something else.
Turbos, Hondas, 4-bangers, what could go wrong?
Shiny: [...] Considering the weather you've had to put up with I'd say you get an Iron Butt award and a Frozen Nipple trophy to go along with it. First time I've ever posted the word nipple... it ends here.