Here is my contribution, when I was about 17 I was shooting with my dad in our front yard just off of the North Canadian River, when a squirrel ran out into the plowed field below our house, about 230 steps away, I later stepped it off, he laid his 8 3/8 smith and wesson .22 pistol across the hood of my pickup, and I started laughing. I remember making the smart ass comment he's more apt to get struck by lightning than by your bullet, he shot and the squirrel just quit moving, I walked out to get the squirrel, whitch the .22 bullet never exited due to lack of energy and brought him back to the house, only to hear my dad make the smart ass comment back, ( I'll be dammed, its not even cloudy ) I guess everyone gets Lucky once in awhile.