Mike, my Dad said back in the depression era that they bought 3 shotgun shells for a nickle. He also said that if they wounded an animal that it was his job as a boy to run the game down and finish it off w/a stick. They would never waste a shell for a finishing shot on an animal. He told a story of having only one shell and a jackrabbit jumps up and my grandpa missed the shot. He said he cried because he knew there would be no meat to go w/the water bisquits. powdr
