Twenty five years ago or so an old friend and I were walking over his uncles ranch in south Texas just to look things over prior to deer season. Noticing white winged doves around my friend quipped, "should have brought shotguns". Pulling my Redhawk out of it's shoulder holster, he looks at me and says "you're ridiculous" of course from this particular person that's exactly what I wanted to hear. I spotted a dove about 60 yds away in a mesquite and lined up and let it go.
I'm sure most folks have seen a car strike a bird, this was similar but more like fireworks, an instantaneous sphere of feathers about 8' across then drifting to softly and silently to the ground. He stares at me, our ears ringing,
"ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS!" more of what I wanted to hear. Walking over to the tree we found nothing but red spots on the trunk of the tree, finally we found this pitiful drawn up claw with a tiny piece of meat on it.
Same friend, different trip. Driving a rural road we stopped to shoot at some trash someone dumped. About 15 yds off there was a B&W TV in the pile with one of the rabbit ears sticking up. And my friend, being a glutton for punishment of course, says "I'll bet you can't hit that" You know what comes next.... he did. Drawing my Gold Cup .45 I very matter of factly proceed to part the antenna in two with one shot and reholster looking at him like, "what did you expect!" I got what I wanted to hear, "You're just RIDICULOUS!"
He is a better shotgunner so over the years the "ridiculous" shots and goadings have traded back and forth. The story is fun to remember and fun to tell. I never seemed to shoot as well without him to annoy. As years pass though I realize that the very best part of it was just being afield with an old friend.