Wish I had film, but I may have won the "anti-chute shooting" contest if I had...
I decided to take a Spit IX into a pack that contained 3-4 F4U's, a P-51B, a Nikki, a P-47, and perhaps a Spit or two thrown in. I saw two countrymen there and decided to help a bit.
In short, I screwed myself and knew it full well going in.
Naturally by the time I got there the friends were all dead. I still managed to get two of them before the P-51 I had chased took the opportunity to rejoin the pack for the kill.
Hi, Cit!
Anyway, I am dangling from the chute and I see a 1C level his nose at me and chop throttle... yup, he's gonna gun me down, and he's going nice and slow to make sure of it. I face him, extending my middle finger defiantly as he charges in....
...pingpingpingpingpingpingpi
ngpingpingping....
Nothing! I land and exit laughing my head off. I go to channel 1 and say "hehe, even with 20's you couldn't kill it".

Just couldn't resist the reverse-taunt.
Maybe the squad channel was full of "Dammit, the ballistics of the 20mm are way off! Declassified WWII data says that Hispanos should blow a hole the size of Antarctica in nylon. I'm gonna go find all my documents and post a dissertation on the BBS!"
...or maybe he just said "Sh*t, I missed!"
