As a preteen, I longs for an airgun, and got a pistol called a "GAT". Fire it at a shed from six feet and will miss half the time.
Later, I got a Relum air-rifle .177.
Took it home, loaded it and aimed at a bird on the roof. Bang. I hit it. It rolled down into the gutter and flapped and squawked for some time.
I never aimed at a living thing again. Gave it away or swapped it for a bike, or something.
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Silly Moustache,
Just an old Limey acoustic guitarist, Dobrolist, mandolier and singer.
I'm here to try to help and advise and I offer one to one lessons/meetings/mentoring via Zoom!
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