Since I doubt that anybody will take up for the idiot, I'll drift:
Years and years ago, my father used the "sound shot" idea to his advantage. He had been invited to hunt on a 10,000-acre ranch and arrived to find three other hunters there who he didn't know. Knew nothing of their competence or of their carefulness about safety.
In the course of casual BSing that evening, he extolled the virtues of the "sound shot". Saucer eyes: "Where ya gonna hunt in the morning?"
Three guys sorta wadded up in a hundred-acre corner; my father had the other 9,900 acres to himself.
My father never took a "sound shot" in his life.
