When I was in Highschool, my father was a materials-man for a major oil company in West Texas and we got invited hunting on any number of occasions. One company took us to hunt Dove in the irrigated fields of Pecos County in West Texas. The hunting was slow, but productive. The fields were irrigated from ditches of water from the Pecos River. The process was controlled by gates on the irrigation ditches. The gates straddle from the two levies forming the sides of the ditch and they stand about 6 feet above the water level. The gates formed small dams with small ponds of water backed up behind them maybe 4-foot deep. In some of the ponds there were even small fish growing them.
We had twelve hunters in our group and I didn’t know anyone but my father. After hunting all morning long, things had slowed down to the point some of us were getting bored standing around.
I was seated at one of the gates and one of the host company's salesman came walking toward my position. He had to walk up over the irrigation gate to get to where I was, but he noticed the fish in the pond as he was crossing and he stopped. He started looking down at the fish and I could tell there was something on his mind.
He looked up at me and asked “I wonder if I could get some of those fish if I fired straight down into the pond?”. I looked up at him and said “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”. He looked at me with a big smile and pointed his twelve-gauge shotgun straight down into the pool and pulled the trigger.
Then Newton’s Third Law of Motion kicked in (For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction). The shot went down, the water came up and just about drowned the salesman. Gun and all. None of the fish floated to the surface.
He kind of stood there all wet, looking perplexed and said “You did tell me not to do that didn’t you”. I couldn’t do anything but laugh. I was glad I was already seated.
We had twelve hunters in our group and I didn’t know anyone but my father. After hunting all morning long, things had slowed down to the point some of us were getting bored standing around.
I was seated at one of the gates and one of the host company's salesman came walking toward my position. He had to walk up over the irrigation gate to get to where I was, but he noticed the fish in the pond as he was crossing and he stopped. He started looking down at the fish and I could tell there was something on his mind.
He looked up at me and asked “I wonder if I could get some of those fish if I fired straight down into the pond?”. I looked up at him and said “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”. He looked at me with a big smile and pointed his twelve-gauge shotgun straight down into the pool and pulled the trigger.
Then Newton’s Third Law of Motion kicked in (For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction). The shot went down, the water came up and just about drowned the salesman. Gun and all. None of the fish floated to the surface.
He kind of stood there all wet, looking perplexed and said “You did tell me not to do that didn’t you”. I couldn’t do anything but laugh. I was glad I was already seated.
