Wooden Rubber Band Gun Black Bear Destroyer Shotgun with Extra Rubber Bands Ammo and Army Men Targets

"That's what happens when I let my guard down," Sam thought.

"Quick," yelled one, "Let's get out now!"

"Oh no you don't!" Sam hollered. He dove after the mercenary with his gun and wrapped his fingers around the muzzle just as the man was swinging away.

They had been camping. Dad and Uncle Rob had just left to go out on a trail hike. Mom, Aunt Bobbie, and Sis had all gone shopping.

So Sam was left alone to guard the camp. He was in the middle of getting all his gear ready when the urprise attack happened.

Yes, they had caught him by surprise, but he wasn't about to let this go down without a struggle.

Gripping the rubber band shotgun muzzle tightly, he twisted it hard and wrenched it from the attackers grasp, all while simultaneously giving the bad guy a solid punch in the gut with his knee.

Then, swinging on his hip, Sam pulled the shotgun up to his eye in one fluid and quick motion.

"Zing, Zing, Zing, Zing, Zing." The rubber band gun fired 5 shots rapid style as Sam expertly aimed and pulled the trigger. Groaning, the mercenary army men swayed and collapsed, falling to his precision aim.

"Don't shoot! Please! Don't shoot me!" the final mercenary was saying.

"Sam... SAM! Where are you?" His Dad's voice was faint. But strangely near.

His eyes flipped open. Moist sweat was covering his forehead. Looking around, Sam noticed his favorite rubber band shotgun nearby, with the toy army men lying prone at the other side of the tent. His extra rubber band ammo was now mostly scattered around on the other side of the tent as well. A successful defense.

He smiled. Camp was safe. Sam rolled off his sleeping bag and stepped out into the fresh air. "I'm right here Dad!"