Finally, I Found Someone Who Remembers!
I, couldn't believe how little knowledge there was on this subject.
I, remember being at XXXXX Indoor Gun Range in XXXXXX, Texas....."Hey, Patrick. I've got something to show you before ya'll leave." XXXX, then pulls one out from under the counter. I, was amazed that it had the versatility for blow gun ammo, it being made from one possibly.( Ya know, I could never fire one of those neon, plastic tipped darts. Always, I, felt as though something ruptured in my head, each attempt I made at it.) XXXX, then quickly ran to the counter to take care of the last shooter coming from the range in the back and locked the door behind him. He produced one dart and handed it to me. He looked at my father and told him it was the last one: however, there were packs of them for sale two rows over. ROFLMFAO!!! XXXX, grabbed a pack of paper targets from a shelf, tore them open, and taped one on the cinderblock wall inside the shop. I, don't remember where on the target it hit. I, do remember seing a neon pink cone fly over my right shoulder then, my left and disappearing to play pinball in some shelves. XXXX, rushed to see the entry hole in the block behind the target. The dart gun was gone as quickly as it came into my life. I, was then sent on a hunt for the neon cap. Dad went to have a smoke, while we closed up. XXX told him something like 15 X 5 before he passed the doorway. Later Dad came back inside with a cup of coffee from the fast food place next door. He always did love those hot teenage girls and not their crappy coffee. "Not much goin' on next door," he said. "I, marked the brick where it appears to have exited.. I'm not for certain though." While they got the vehicles started and talked about bad coffee and legs how they liked'em...foot on one end and...you know, I, verified the exit hole. Unbelievable!!! I'm sorry that I, don't have the answer. Twenty three years later and I still don't know ...where?
I, hope ya'll enjoyed one of my many life's adventures with the mythical antics of my Father and his Friends.