The Tale of The Dented Hoe
Twenty years ago my father looked out of the kitchen window early one morning and spotted a rabbit in the vegetable patch at the far end of the garden. So he got the old BSA .22 down off the rack - in those days they weren't locked up - and opened the window quietly. It was about 25 yards and only the tip of its head was showing. Ping!
It wasn't a rabbit! - it was this old draw hoe, and if you look carefully you can see the dent just above the leaf. As he said he felt a bloody fool for not recognising what it was, but chuffed he hit it.