During my high school years a group of us would with some frequency walk to a bridge on the outskirts of town and plink with our .22's. Occasionally passerbyes would stop their cars, get out and watch. One particularly evil individual in our group would stand around with his 660 equipped w/ a 9 power scope. After he picked out his "mark" offer to let them shoot. I only witnessed this three times. The "mark" was generally some wisenheimer telling us what lousy shots we were. The "evil one" would offer "here bet ya can't miss with this." This always resulted in blood trickling down the side of their face.