One time me and a buddy rented a house in Milton West Virginia. It hadn't been lived in for years. Full of trash. We rehabilitated it!
We used to sit on the couch watching TV after long days in the field. It became pretty routine to say in normal voice, "toss me the .32"
If you had a good line, you then popped off a few rounds and rarely, but sometimes killed a Norway rat. Some of those bastards were the size of house cats.
I don't condone shooting inside anymore. Wouldn't recommend it. Big game though, you know. Want one of those buggers running past your pillow?
