Another time, at the local shooting range a week or so before deer season, a guy blew into the parking lot in a cloud of dust, threw open the Caddy's trunk lid, grabbed a Marlin .30-30 and a big folded piece of cardboard. He unfolded the cardboard that was obviously a refrigerator carton and set it up on the 25 yard pistol range. We all stopped shooting to watch the show. He rapped out four or five shots as fast as he could work the lever (not having loaded the gun first!), walked down and inspected his target, and announced to one and all "that's good enough for me!" He walked up to the Cadillac, popped the trunk, and literally threw the rifle in and slammed it shut, and left the parking lot in another cloud of dust. This all took place within five minutes or less. Dumbfounded, we looked at each other and went over to remove the guys target. Those bullet holes were scattered, literally, all over that refrigerator carton.
Some people have Brillo pads for brains.
