Walked over a yellow jackets nest that was already angry when I was 10. Up my pants leg, shirt, face, everywhere. Ran back to Granny's house yelling "fire" and out of my mind. Yellow Jackets keep stinging, not one and done.
Got the clothes off and into a bath of baking soda. Over 100 stings...
When I was a kid we had these molasses licks out with a wheel that brought the good stuff up from the tanks.
Lost count of the coons, opossums, etc that I nailed with my trusty Winchester 190.......
No trail cams back then.
Left side- appropriate shooting attire, including the sheath knife.
Right side- Urban ghetto attire, open toed shoes, exposed leg flesh.
Both need eye pro.....
All funning aside, great job!
Looks like some fun targets!