heh, well true story:
I was nine, my brother was ten (known around these parts as ASW), and we had these guns and such in the house. Now, I was a pretty good shot with the old enfield, the cooey and the pellet rifle. Many squirrels and birds fell to my deadeye aim and stealy nine year old nerves.
Seems my older bro thought a good test would be for me to try to shoot a cigarette out of his mouth. Much discussion ensued on the caliber of projectile I would attempt this world famous shot with. It was finally agreed that the .177 caliber pellet would suffice (as neither one of us were TOTAL idiots, and my older brother assured me that in the event I missed and put his eye out, he would make sure that it was reciprocated in spades).
So fearing for my life, I stole the cigarette and gave it to my brother, who held it in his lips (quite steadily as I recall) as I cocked, and loaded the biggest .177 cal pellet I, and I'm sure he had ever seen, into the instrument of my praise (or cause of my beating).
A couple of deep breaths to steady my nerves, a quick wipe of the shooting eye and I slowly beared down on the trigger, closed my eyes and let'er rip.
That cigarette split right in two. T'was a great shot, but brothers being brothers ASW gave me a pretty sound beating anyway.
I took it, it was way better than what Mom would have done!
True story!
cheers,
RTR
