It’s high noon for our cowboy caper
LIKE the reader who tried chewing tobacco, my brother and i were also influenced by 1950s cowboy films. We discovered we could replicate the exciting sound of a bullet ricocheting off a rock by shooting a small lead pellet from an old air gun at an angle into our garden path. one day our angry father called us in and said he’d just answered the door to the irate old lady opposite, demanding to know who was shooting at her in her bedroom! The one factor we’d failed to take into account was the final destination of the pellets. Surely the odds of one reaching the house across the road, let alone entering an open window, must have been astronomical. Dad decommissioned our weapon and suggested it