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That is where the david sling comes in, I can personally throw a 3 ounce egg rock every bit of 150 yards at an intial velocity of 100mph. I have hit beer bottles @ 100ft many times, but the elusive 2 in a row still evades me. Lets just say, a man size target @ 50 ft has a good chance of getting creamed. In the hands of an expert, damn near everytime.View attachment 67225265
One of my uncles gave me one of those when I was about 8, with a bag of spherical ball bearings. I can't tell you how many times I hit myself in the face and head. Till they saw me in action, my older brothers were convinced someone was beating me up, and they'd smack me around trying to force me to tell them who. That was one weapon I never got down. More power to you for hitting anything with accuracy. Those bearings found better use in my eyes as steelies when playing marbles.
Years later, I learned my uncle as a boy had hunted rabbits, pigeons (squab), partridges and pheasants with his sling, bringing meat home for the table. This was in the mid to late 1930's, in Brooklyn. He'd hunt the wetlands later land filled to become Carnarsie, adjacent lands to the east which became part of Gateway National Park and the home of Starrett City, and the Bayridge shoreline, where the Verrazano bridge was later built, along with lesser used areas of Prospect Park. He had practiced at the garbage dumps, killing rats. Today, PETA would stage protests. During the War, he earned a Marksman ribbon in a rifle squad. After the war, he became an avid deer hunter. He owned a sporting good store in Brooklyn Heights which partly specialized in archery equipment. He often hunted dear with one of his bows.
Today, there are still squab to be found all over Brooklyn. They were first brought here by Scandinavians who immigrated to the area, especially around Bayridge during the post Civil War era.