The Next Big Thing in Shooting Might Be 500 Years Old

I remember sitting on the breadbox in front of George Gardner’s restaurant in the tiny town of Brashear, Missouri, with my 12-year-old classmate. Each of us with a bottle of cold “pop” nearby. It was a hot summer day, and we had been harassing squirrels in a nearby woodlot with his pump-up “BB” gun.

My hunting friend aimed his BB gun at an old, rusty barrel in a nearby empty lot. Poof! Ching! “Didja hear that?” my friend asked. “Hit that old rain barrel. Must be 50 yards, at least.” His “BB” ricocheted off an old barrel that had been the subject of target practice for years.

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