Salty seadog
Space Cadet...(3rd Class...)
FTFY.
Not funny mate, as so often is your way.
FTFY.
I had an identical experience with my air rifle when I was about nine. I killed a tit, shooting from my bedroom window. I rushed down to the end of the garden and picked it up. It was absolutely beautiful, and warm in my hand. I felt overwhelmingly guilty, and still do.Shooting umpteen birds with an air rifle when I was a kid.
I remember the point I grew up, looked at this hapless sparrow, mortally wounded and thought....sh1t....what am I doing ?
Never intentionally killed another single thing. Even made my colleague guffaw when I explained I was on the bike once and a beetle appeared in front of my wheel...ooer I said as I wobbled to avoid it![]()
Inspired by another thread.
Anything you regret doing? Get up to some particularly bad mischief as a kid?