Not a slingshot but a 32 oz ball peen hammer. I was 120 lbs soaking wet and Steve was a linebacker on the football team. It was my junior year in high school and Steve routinely tormented me in metal shop. After a one sided engagement where I was his punching bag in the back of class, I picked up the hammer walked over to him and in a perfectly normal voice informed him if he so much as looked at me again I would destroy a knee and every step for the rest of his life he would remember I did it. The bullying ceased.
Let’s call that one constitutional carry.
Last edited by Mike_S; 09/06/21.
