Another thing to do with the good old air rifle was my dad used to take me and my friend Mike onto the Littlecoats School field to shoot some targets on the tree's. We had a good laugh but I was hogging the gun and Mike was like, "come on kirman."

Few weeks later I was in ma garden with my dad shooting a target, which was stuck to the front of a box and the bullets were caught inside in a mettle bucket. Well my dad had a go and he missed because the dog jumped up him and he shot the wall, making the pellet rebound off and hit him in the stomach.

Good job he is built like a wall otherwise that would of battered lol Then a few hours later I decided to shoot next door-but-ones window because I was bored of the target. Smashing shot though I must admit. :)