"I used to shoot'em so far off, I had to put salt on the bullet so they wouldn't spoil before I got there!"
"Tracking deer? Son, I tracked one old mossy-horn all the way back to where he was born!"
My uncle was a gunsmith. One guy for whom he had mounted a scope and sighted it in came back complaining. He had missed a deer at "300 yards". So, off to the benchrest and the 100-yard range. "Yeah, that's how far he was! 300 yards!" My uncle first tried to explain it was only 100 yards. Argument, sorta, stopped by, "If you're gonna argue, leave." Anyway, the first shot printed 2" high, just like the original sight-in...
Later, Art