Down here, mainly due to the temperature, we field dress, skin, and quarter out the deer as soon as possible. On the ice they go. When we used to see deer tied to the hood, or even in a pickup bed, we’d say “There goes somebody that won’t like venison.”
I once killed a horsefly with my flag stick. Before accurate navigation systems, we used to step off swaths for cropdusters, then wave flags for them sight on. While in the middle of a field, a big horsefly came in and made three quick laps around my head looking for a place to land. Then it zoomed out about 20 yds. before turning around for another attack. I choked up on my flag stick, and when it made the next attack, swung and hit it perfectly to center field. It sounded like Mickey Mantle hitting a home run.That’s about how long ago that happened too.
I don’t think parachuting out of a disabled helicopter is a thing, given the whirling blades of death. I guess some special forces could jump out of a flying one in a halo operation.On the other hand, beagle ears are pretty soft.
Dad was strafing a rail yard in Germany in his P-51 when he felt two big impacts in his rudder pedals. He was momentarily afraid he’d been hit in the belly of the plane, which is where the coolant lines ran, which would have resulted in a seized engine in short order. He firewalled it on out of there, looked back, and saw two big holes in the rudder which wouldn’t bring him down, so relaxed somewhat.Cruised on back to Duxford, landed, taxied to his hard stand, and cut the engine. When the last blade of the big 4 blade prop stopped straight up, he was looking at a big hole in the blade with about 2" of metal either side of the hole. He said he was too weak kneed to climb out for a while.
My wife’s bait cannon will launch a 1 lb. mullet popsicle, 10 oz. weight, and fishing line about 150 yds. past the 3rd bar at the beach.