Buddy had a couple camps in Maine on a lake. We used to go there with a gang of guys, mostly firefighters. One year the owner invited a couple cops. They were good guys and everyone had an ok time. Owner found a cap gun that belonged to his grand kid, you know the kind looks like a black revolver and the caps like percussion caps. Well one of the cops started bitchin about dinner, the owner giving it right back to him... then he went into his pocket pulled the "revolver" and fired a shot... that detective grimaced held his belly and fell on the floor thinking her was shot for about 5 seconds... I almost fell off my chair laughing so hard..
In retrospect I am glad my detective friend wasn't carrying though truth be told we were better shots then they were.
