Okay, here's Mr. Bill's slingshot story. When I was a tike, about ten years old, I had a slingshot made by Whamo. Cost $1.50. My friend Joe and I used to play around with slingshots all the time. Great fun. Anyway, Joe had an older brother who was a member of the city fire department. On day Joe and I were messing aroung in a big prarie. Joe had a BB gun and I had my slingshot. Along comes the older brother, the guy in his late twenties or early thirties. He's carrying a broomstick. He asks Joe and me if we'd like to play war. We know we've got him outgunned so we say yes. With that, big brother grabs Joe's BB gun and starts blasting us in the butt, thighs, etc. Man, those BBs hurt.
Big brother focued mainly on Joe as the three of us were running through the prarie. When the brother wasn't looking, I ducked off the trai and layed in ambush in some high weeds. I loaded up my Whamo with 1/2 a housebrick. When big brother came roaring down the trail pelting his little brother, I unloaded my housebrick. It hit the older brother right in the forehead. His feet and legs kept running but his head stayed where it was. He fell on his back with a huge goose egg and a small cut on his noggin. War over!!!
I like slingshots.