That has to be a schitload of fun right there.
It is, indeed. I've got a smile on my face the whole time I'm at the range with these things.
I used to have a boss (back in the early 1980s, when I worked in the Hunting, Fishing, and Camping Department of a sporting goods store) who was a Vietnam War vet, a gunsmith, and an avid freshwater fisherman. He almost always fished before coming in to work. He told me it was because "fishing don't count." What he meant was that time fishing isn't counted against how long you have in this world. I kind of feel that way about cap and ball revolver shooting.
