I've been meaning to reply to this thread for the last few days... You'll see why.
Back when I was in High School in the mid 1970's my family ran a Golf Course in Eastern Oregon.
One of the jobs I had was shooting, poisoning, and trapping ground squirrels (along with my groundskeepers duties).
I often carried a 1861 Navy at the time for the "fun" of it and shot the squirrels with it or a TC rifle in 50 cal instead of a 22lr.
Now... with the back story filled in.
I was off work hiking the hills behind the golf course with that 61 Navy strapped on when I came upon this sad, sad golf ball, far, far away from the course.
So I got this bright idea that the golf ball would make a great impromptu target so I picked it up, stuck it in to the side of the hill, stepped back 15 yards and took careful aim...
Boom went the pistol...
And my leg instantly began to hurt...
That's when a light bulb went off in my head:
I'd shot myself :shocked2:
Here I was, dancing up and down in pain on my good leg and I looked down to see how bad the bleeding was and saw...
Nada, nothing, zilch...
Except for a flatted disk of lead on the ground in front of me. I'd hit that golf ball dead on, it pushed back into the hill, the golf ball core made to set the ball flying had no place to go so it slung the flatten ball right back at me.
So, beware of shooting golf balls and "Golf ball accuracy" :redface: