I remember a long time ago, about ´85 I think. We was on a shoot and one of the hard targets was a Ferret. I took a shot at it, Sabot Dot Whatever , Go on!
I think I missed,( or at least clipped it) then the fecking thing started moving, I shit myself I thought I had just shot at the SSM, there´s me screaming "the fecking thing is moving, somebody has fecked up"
The Commander is kicking me in the neck, the loader ( I think Daft Smiffy) is standing with his finger in his nose saying" I dunno, where´s me Mars Bars"
I had the screaming Heebies until we got told the range was clear

, then I shot the crap out of the fecker.
I think about 3days later we shot the crap out of a bunch of wild Mustangs, I was a bit pissed off about that. Oh well.