I did a birra shooting myself back in the day, once when myself, Joe and Pat were out on a Shoot fer any kind of Vermin, Rabbit's, Rat's, Foxes, Etc. I called to a farmers door and asked him was it OK to shoot on his land ?
He said; "Grand, No problem Bey, the less of dem the better". Then he called me back and asked; "There is an ol screw cow in the low field, she is all dried up but I haven't de heart to kill er meself, will ya shoot er fer me ?".
I agree and rejoin my mates, saying nothing about the farmers request.
We move out in to the countryside 'Guns at the ready' looking to shoot at anything that moved, we pass the farmers Prize bull about his business on top of a young heifer and also see the farmers throughbred racehorse who was being aimed at the Cheltenham Bumper munching happily on the grass within it's confines. I see the old Screw cow at the bottom of the low field and walk up gently to her, I pat her on the shoulder as I point my rifle at the back of her neck, pull the trigger and blow her brains out through her eyes.
Joe looks at Pat, Pat looks at Joe, both astounded by what I had just done !
Joe exclaims to Pat; "Game Fookin on Bey !" and aims his rifle at the Prize bull,
Pat aims his rifle at the Throughbred racehorse........