Thread: I wasn't seriously expecting to hit it.........Fluke shots.

Almost a hunting-story ; When I was 12-ish, my mate and I were staying at kohitere forest near Levin (holidays). We both had our single-shot .22s, cooey and BSA martini. This day, we 'borrowed' one of Uncle Rays home-brew beers. We picked a ratty-looking one from the very back, then proceeded to walk the entire way to the Tops. A bit shagged and hot at this stage, we opened the bottle and knocked it back, then promptly went to sleep . We woke feeling like shit, stashed the bottle, and made our way slowly back to the house. At breakfast the following morning, Ray looks at us, says "you boys forget something yesterday", turns and looks at the bench. There, is our empty bottle. We froze like deer in the spot-light, and he stands up and walks off...we never did figure out 'how', and it turned out it was stronger than wine, which was why it was so old.