The only rifles I was allowed to shoot willy nilly was my Crosman air rifle. When it came to a .22 or the .410 SS it was expected that there was to be a rabbit or squirrel for each expended round. So, I did not miss and what that really means is, then and now, I pass any shot I am not sure of. Oh, there was an old timer down the bayou, lived in a floating house (shack) and he was rather unique. It was unknown as to his actual age, he could have been in his nineties or even hundreds, who knows! I would venture down there in my pirogue and trade a squirrel for a catfish or something. And he taught me the fine art of "shooting at" something rather than "shooting" something as it was customary for him to "shoot at" yankees and his determination of what constituted a yankee was rather colorful. The law got called out on him regularly but that was mostly for his other shenanigans like running a still and borrowing other folks yo-yos and trot lines, not so much shooting at yankees and actually there where not that many to shoot at. To my knowledge he never accidentally shot anything he was "shooting at" so I would say he was the best shot I ever seen because in truth, he never missed, unless, according to him, he was just giving it (them, whatever) a scare. At least according to him.
