When I was a kid, about 12 years old, I would sit in my Dad's 1972 Ford pickup and wait for starlings to land on the roof of the barn. They would only land for a few seconds before they went into the barn so you had to shoot pretty quick. Well in the process of getting a quick shot, I failed to see the mirror and sent a .22 bullet through the corner of the mirror. Man, I figured I was dead and my .22 was gone... When Dad came home I told him exactly what happened and I think he could see that I felt real bad because he told me about creasing the hood of the first car he had while shooting squirrels. Lesson learned on my part though!
That's nothing Lonny.......the next time you're in the passenger seat of my Taco lift up the floor mat and check out the bullet hole my "friend" put in the floorboard with his 204 while we were Coyote hunting.
Fortunately it didn't hit any vital parts (on me or my truck) but I quit hunting with him anyway.
