I've been that guy. I didn't come from a hunting family so had no idea.
First time I went hunting, I bought along my most appropriate rifle which of course was a 308 in a Kalashnikov type action, which I carried as safely as possible- empty chamber... and empty mag, too. I really had no idea what to expect but I was completely caught off guard when he led me to some goats. So i loaded 5 rounds in the mag and cocked the rifle as quietly as possible, which of course made a clackity clack sound similar in tone, volume and duration to a small train passing.
By the time I was ready, the goats were already starting to leave.
"F**k, where do I aim?!?"
"Aim for the f**king goat"
So I aimed for the goat and of course managed to miss it entirely.
He was a gracious guide, though. He took me hunting again.
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