A phrase that has been around for a long time that covers a multitude of situations,,,,,,,,,,, that I used one day and my partner heard it and laughed at me.
There had been a particular crow hanging about in the house paddock, and I decided to end his days with the 22/250
It was engrossed in flipping cow turds and eating the grubs underneath.
I had a good rest, and the range was ideal.
I squeezed off a shot, and it must have stepped or ducked at that precise moment.
Reloaded, squeezed of another round, and same thing happened.
Apparently I said "What the F#ck ???" in a rather loud voice.
The crow wasn't so lucky 3rd time round.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.