I've never shot a platypus but they are so oogly I probably would.

I did eat a monkey's hand once, but that wuz in Panama and what happens in Panama stays in Panama. It wuz boiled, and the cook didn't really salt it enough... but "it tasted just like chicken".

Oh, ME-PLAT. I've never been the same since I discovered a meplat can be put on a round nosed bullet.

But you folks sure are a gnat on a flea's arse bunch of shooters, aren't you? I'll settle for shooting the water buffalo the flea is riding on. Hummm. I did shoot AT a water buffalo once, but have no idea whether or not I hit it. It's copper bell was going THUNK................... THUNK................. THUNK somewhere off in the night, and "night vision" hadn't really quite been invented yet, unless you count starlight scopes, and I don't. 'Specially on those bottom of a well with a lid on it kind of dark nights like that one was. But after a couple of rounds of HE in the general direction, that bell sure sped up a whole bunch.... thunk thunk thunk thunk... getting fainter till it faded away.

Shot at a boat once too. Missed IT too. I had no idea that a junk could come about and haul ass so damn fast.

My point is... sometimes it's just the thought... or the shot... that matters... not hitting whatever.