Here is a story for you. It starts with a picture of an unimpressive Jack-O-Lantern.
A few years ago, my brother-in-law and I decided to shoot some pumpkins post Halloween. The plan was to soften them up to be torn apart and fed to the chickens. I shot mine from a few yards away with a 12 gauge. My brother-in-law shot his and we went to investigate. I was a little surprised by how mine came out. We ended up taking it home because of how it looked.
