One of the darkies whom Dad used to hunt with used a hand-me-down flintlock. Told Dad an interesting little tale about it.
The first time he shot it at a running rabbit, the priming charge sizzled ("jes' a-fryin'") in the pan. When he lowered the gun, wondering "What the � ?" it fired.
"So's long as she's a-fryin'," he said, "I holds 'er on 'em!"
Got a few, too, Dad said.
"Good enough" isn't.
Always take your responsibilities seriously but never yourself.
