Back when I was about 10 (1968) I had a hand me down Daisy which I think was a 1930's Red Rider. My Uncle Vince and Aunt Marty had a farm outside Lafayette, Indiana. I used to go pesting all over this farm. There was a large stock/horse tank that had about a dozen large (5-6 inch) gold fish in it. My uncle used to see me taking pot shots at the gold fish but never said anything. One day I am walking by and a big gold fish is swimming straight toward me gulping for food right on top of the water. I took careful aim and got him right between the eyes. I fished him out and showed him off to my uncle who was in the barn. My uncle who was a big burly American farmer man and WWII B-25, B-17, B29 pilot, he took one look at the gold fish and said "My god, go hide that and don't tell Marty or we will both be in trouble!"
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