Was many moons ago my brother and I were in Tucson visiting our cousin. He suggested we head out into the desert with our 22's. I had an old Remington 512, bolt action and mr brother had the newer nylon 66 semi-auto (can't remember what our cousin had). Not much was moving in the middle of that August day, but every so often we'd kick a jack rabbit out of the sage ... they were more of a flash and didn't have time to even shoulder the rifles. Out of frustration I got a shot off from the hip at a streaking jack. Imagine all of our surprise when that rabbit did three somersaults and crumpled into the dust. I had put that hip shot right through its ears.
