sometimes it just gets stuck

There are days when the fates laugh in your face.  Gorgeous day for the .54's (Hawken and Great Plains Hunter) and the New Army.  Hitting just about everything I aimed at (considering the GPH has 1:32 twist and I'm loading RB's - take that ye experts).  Taught 2 young kids about muzzleloaders and showed them the before/after of the barrel interior with a bore light...the look on the faces was enough to last the rest of the day.  But...loaded my next round (72 grains RS, .10" patch, .530 round ball), primed it with #11 cap, took aim, and pfft.  Re-primed...pfft.  After a couple of remedial steps realized that I had to pull the ball...damn.  Got it out and what was there underneath...the bore light.  No good deed goes unpunished.  Went over to the long range (200yd to 600yd), and smacked the 200 thrice from the shoulder; the 300 once.  Was feeling pretty good...until I snapped the rod on the GPH.  Which led to a lesson for 2 more kids about the vagaries of black powder and the dangers of hubris.
Yet another day at the range: better than...well, a day not a the range.