I remember as a wee lad shooting at the family farm with the old man. He was shooting a model 39 marlin and i was shooting a model 60. Sometimes just to show off, he would shoot empty .22 casings off of branch tips at 25-30 yards free hand. When we wanted to have some real fun, we would shoot the corn cob out of the squirrel's hands while they were eating them across the field. If you've never seen a squirrel look confused before, you should try it. What stories of extreme backyard marksmanship you all got?