Hayloft Haven

[Bryce]

My brothers and I play at an old, abandoned farmstead across the road from were I live. One day Daul, my oldest brother, was hiding in the hayloft of the old barn. I was staked out about forty yards downwind behind a rusted up combine shooting at John, my youngest brother. When I heard the paint ping against the combines tin a figured that Daul was in the loft so I shot a few consideration rounds, without aiming, towards the loft and then went back to work on John. A second later I hear Daul start yelling, "You Son of a biscuit eater, I'm out!"
I shot him from 40 yards, downwind, through a hole barely large enough for him to stick his barrel through without taking aim!!
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.