FlSwampRat
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True story:That's what coat pockets are for.
Before we moved out of NJ we stopped for a visit at my Mom's uncle's house for a final visit and his son suggested we go out for a final hunt on their farmland. Small animal season. They loaned me a shotgun (mandatory to hunt with in the Garden State) as I had left mine at home. Al, Casey and I shared out a box of 7.5's and Uncle George, who hadn't been hunting since deer season just thumbed a few rounds out of his hunting coat into his pump shotgun.
(Anyone see where this is going?)
Al's dog kicked up a rabbit too quick for anyone to get a shot off and as luck would have it he ran a big circle and came back to us. Uncle George sighted in and pulled the trigger. As I said, he'd last gone hunting during deer season so that rabbit picked up most of a load of buckshot. Got a clear demonstration of that favorite expression of western writers, "shot to doll rags".
Oooops.