Redneck safety

I actually don't have my tongue in my cheek. The towel keeps the BBs from ricocheting, and the reason Dad is sitting on the fence (well out of the line of fire, I might add), is to put up a "halt" sign when cars are passing, just to make sure nothing bad happens from missing high. And the cigar is there to keep me warm despite the stiff, chilly breeze. ("But why not just wear a jacket?" I hear you cry. Well, because I don't want my jacket to smell like cigar smoke, don't you see.)



In case you doubt that a well-designed slingshot could put some hurt on you if loaded with a decent-sized rock, note the acorn embedded through the towel into the fence: