The stupidity is almost overwhelming, they say everything is cyclic, but this is going a bit far... When I was 6 years old we were stationed at Fort Bliss Texas. My neighbor from across the street and I played in the sandy desert after school almost daily. We would throw rocks at each other from our various Forts we had made, well one day I hit James in the forehead with a piece of brick from about 25 feet..... You would have thought I ripped his skull open by all the blood and screaming. I learned my appreciation for a leather belt that day and have since moved on from throwing rocks to 500gr .458 projectiles, pert near the same thing I suppose... lol
I too learned of the “stopping power” behind a well aimed rock at a young age, but on the receiving end. I was able to convince my school yard adversaries that dirt clods were a more suitable projectile due to the tendency for a clod to burst open on impact, rather than your noggin bursting open from a rock.
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