Years ago, our Fish and Game club used to host annual turkey shoots. For the benefit of the youngsters on the board, a row of paper targets was set up at about 30 yards. The target was a circle about 15 inches in dia. A proponent had one shot with club supplied ammo. The target with the greatest number of perforations won the frozen prize.
This was serious business, and a myriad of shotguns were pulled out of closets for the event. Participants ranged from young kids to blue-haired grannies. Every year, an elderly club member would show up ready for action. His regular attire was a moth eaten red mackinaw, grease stained overalls, old leather boots and a Sportsman cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
His weapon of choice was a single shot Cooey with a 36 inch barrel. He would explain that it was his dedicated duck gun, and that he absolutely loved to eat boiled duck. Anyway, he would amble up to the line, slowly fish out the 2$ entry fee composed of very small change out of his pocket, put on a pair of coke bottle glasses, remove the cigarette and shoot.
Needless to say, that gun allowed him to win for several years in a row. It got to the point that the board of directors had to convene to decide if he should be allowed to continue with said firearm. I cant recall the outcome, but by that point, he and the Cooey had become a local legend.
