Standing in the yard one afternoon just before dark and bats were flying around. My 9yo son asked if I could shoot one. Of course I said sure. He disappeared into the house and a moment later my wife appeared on the porch holding my old 870. He was standing next to her grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't back out now, so I grabbed it, picked a target and it instantly folded up when I shot. I caught it in my ball cap. I handed the shotgun back to my wife and told her to go put it up.

When I was about 17 me and a friend were standing on the edge of his driveway drinking a few long necks. His parents didn't really care as long as we stayed out of trouble. I spotted a fork in a tree waaaay down in the hardwoods below there and it was pretty open. I told him that I was going to wedge the bottle in the fork. Or course it was met with the usual "bullshit" comment. I finished it off, took the bottle by the neck and slung it just as hard as I could. It tumbled end over end and had just enough umph to get there and wedged as pretty as you please in the fork. You could see the bottom and not much more. Buddy said "if you can do that, I can bust it ". So he finished his off and hurled it towards mine. A few seconds later both bottles busted and it looked like he must have dead centered it.