Or the paper shop at the bottom of the street. Bought by the thousands in .177 and .22 to shoot through my friends Webley Hawk Mk1.
All I wanted was a Webley Senior. Ended up with a GAT and a suspect Milbro/Diana. We stuffed everything down that barrel once it became clear we couldn't hit a backyard gate at ten yards.
Ferrets and my friends Lurcher.