I shot one once. Only one shot. Good thing my 250 pound buddy was behind me, or I'd have been on my ass (I only weigh 150). I'm not sure why it was ever developed. Any ideas?
This'll make you laugh. My sister disobeyed Dad once and prepared those really thick pork chops without his supervision. Naturally they were ruined. Hard as rocks. Sister can't cook to save her own life. We sent out for pizza.
Next day we went shooting. Guess what came off the thrower? hahahaa... PULL! 20 gauge meet Pork Chop! It was great. We were shooting at 1/2 frozen gallons of water with the SW500. Practically blew a hole in the surface of the earth.....