When I was a nanny for a young boyscout, I went on his weeklong campout to help with his troup and using my excellent marksman skills with a pellet gun, I won a watermellon for his subgroup. I was a hero. It was one of the greatest accomplishments of my life up to that point.

Seeing a ten year old boy hoist a watermellon that weighed as much as him over his head as he triumphently returned to camp is a sight.

Thinking of how militias/minutemen started out.

This was the result at 50m