Reminds me of a time in Borneo, when we held off a village of man eaters, me, my faithfull man servant Pashtoon, and a mule named Buck mined Bat chit for homemade gunpowder,
forming a cannon out of a hollowed log, we directed a massive blast wiping out 47 centuries of indiginous life forms.
I had a camera, i dropped it in lake Bulltalky, so sorry.