About 1968 I took a big plastic bag of stinking goat tails into Dept. of Internal Affairs in Auckland city. "PHEW how many tails in there sonny?" I said nearly 200. "Hell I'm not counting them" He said and gave me 200 rounds of .303.
As I'd shot most of them with a .22, man I was on a win.
Could be one of the reasons I don't here sika squeal too good.
now.
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