[Polynikes]

Back in the day when I grew up, early 60’s in western Montana. If you were smart you never went out for around 2 weeks whan hunting season opened. You could sit in your back yard and listen to the gunfire. Sometimes sounded like Vietnam. Buck fever was running hot and heavy. People shot at noise,movement etc.

Classic case was a hunter on horseback with a rifle in a scabbard. Some other hunter heard the horse and figured it was an Elk. Took his shot at the noise. Pierced the horseman's leg, broke his rifle and killed the horse which fell pinning the rider. The eager shooter came running out to tag his “Elk”. Oops.

[Openurmind]

I have been in places where it rained #7 and #7.5 shot during Dove and Quail season. lol