In the seventies there was a driver nick-named “Stoat” where I worked. He was exceptionally good with a catapult and always on the look-out for pheasants by the road side. One day he was driving down the track to a Mill nearby when he spotted - and “shot” a fine ■■■■ pheasant and threw it in the passenger side of his KM. He loaded and was on the weighbridge when it woke up and flew round the cab. Luckily the attendant didn’t see or he would have been had up for poaching!
He once showed his skill by knocking a spent cartridge off the winker of a Mandator standing in the garage - I hit the screen which luckily did not break. Jim.