Well there are several here who don't drink firewater, just straight water. I have never seem any of them wearing shaps or chaps. This part of the world the cowboys wear chinks.
A true 21st Century American!
In my much younger days another guy and I were headed to a rodeo. He was driving my '65 Mustang. There was a mostly empty case of beer setting between us. We came to a Z the road took under some RR tracks. My friend tossed an empty bottle at the concrete. Just as it left his fingers we realized there was a county deputy with radar facing the other way. He looked at me and said what do I do. Being highly intelligent and slightly drunk, I answered punch it. He did. We quickly passed 5 or 6 cars. There had enough traffic headed the other way it took the deputy a while to get turned around. We entered an area of rolling hills. We kept hitting traffic right where we passed cars. The deputy didn't and we kept gaining on those flashing lights. The next town was about 10 miles from our starting point. I was sober enough to say we aren't going through town. We cut off and took back roads around town. A clean get away.
How many remember the days when some glass beer bottles or Coke bottles were heavy enough that sometimes they bounced off the signs without breaking. You could knock someone out in a fight with one.
You would have to use something heavier than that. One time I put a target over that smaller hole to the left. The bullet from a 300 mag hit those rocks. The flying pieces of rock destroyed my target. I have thought about a piece of plywood. But at the price of plywood.....
