this is going back a long time ago when i was about 17 or 18 me and a pal decided we would do some midnight ratting with the .410 shotgun anyway we polished off 25 cartridges and killed a few rats then we decided to walk home down the main road about 3am because we didnt want to walk the hard way back through the fields and all that, after a while down the road a panda car spots us and the copper wants to know what we are doing wearing wellies and i tell him we have been ratting and show him the .410 in bits with the barrell up my sleeve and stock in pocket and all that, thought you had been shooting he says and asks if any cartridges left no shot them all , dont et me catch you again he says and clears off ,dont even think he asked our names either, i dont think i would try that again these days .