As I'm walking up to the BIG GUN table (as I call it), Aepilot Jim and Old NFO are shooting at the farthest target. Jim is spotting and NFO is the one shooting.
Aepilot Jim: You hit it in the right shoulder...
Old NFO: Got it.
Me: Uh...are you actually shooting at that critter out there?!
Both men: WHAT critter?!
Me: The one that's walking around between the tree and the haybales behind the target!
They both look up from their respective scopes.
Aepilot Jim (huffing in exasperation): That damn llama is out there again!
Old NFO: I'll tell FarmDad.
I sigh in relief, until I realize that I have to wait to try the Barrett until the llama is herded out of range.