Reminds me of the time when I was duck shooting as a kid. Here's little Goblin with a big mother of a side by side shotgun. Moving stealthily through the scrub I manoeuvred like a true commando until I came across my ultimate prize. There sitting gingerly and happily were a heap of ducks sitting near a bend of the river. Without hesitation and with the majestic beauty of a seasoned duck killer I fired away!
As I awaited the ultimate glory of the best duck shooter in the country as I awaited ducks falling from the skyb it was that instant I heard this shrilling scream from somewhere near the bend in the river...
" You f#&£# m9ther F@(÷=r you just destroyed all my duck decoys!"
..and then and only then I realised that victory was snatched by the jaws of defeat...and I better run...right bloody now!
