This happened when Slatten came home from Vietnam
Slat in a state of excessive inebriation(celebrating his discharge from the Marine Corps)staggered up at a fairground rifle range booth and threw down the necessary money.

The booth operator at first refused to let Slat have a turn considering that his inebriated state would endanger the public. But Slat told him he had scored marksman in the Marines and insisted to be given a gun.

He aimed unsteadily in the general direction of the target and after trying to focus, pulled the trigger three times.

The booth owner, on inspecting the target, was astonished to see that Slat had scored three bullseyes.

The star prize for the evening was a large set of glassware, but the showman was certain that the drunk wasn't aware of what he had done, and gave him a consolation prize instead, a turtle. Slat wandered off into the crowd.

An hour or so later he came back, even more drunk than before. Once again the showman demurred, but once again Slat insisted, and once more scored three bullseyes and was given another turtle.



Again Slat wandered off,but

Eventually staggered up to the booth again up again and insisted on a third attempt. Once more he picked up the rifle, waved it around in the general direction of the target, and pulled the trigger three times.



Once more he had scored three bull's eyes. But this time there was an onlooker with good eyesight.

"That's fantastic," the man said. "Hasn't he scored three bulls?"

The showman, cursing his luck, made a play of going over to the target and inspecting it closely.

"Yes Sir!" he announced to the crowd. "This is fantastic! Congratulations, sir, you have won the star prize, this magnificent 68-piece set of glassware."

"I don't want any bloody glasses," Slat replied. "Give me another one of those crusty meat pies."



Slat does love his vittles

This happened when Slatten came home from Vietnam
Slat in a state of excessive inebriation(celebrating his discharge from the Marine Corps)staggered up at a fairground rifle range booth and threw down the necessary money.

The booth operator at first refused to let Slat have a turn considering that his inebriated state would endanger the public. But Slat told him he had scored marksman in the Marines and insisted to be given a gun.

He aimed unsteadily in the general direction of the target and after trying to focus, pulled the trigger three times.

The booth owner, on inspecting the target, was astonished to see that Slat had scored three bullseyes.

The star prize for the evening was a large set of glassware, but the showman was certain that the drunk wasn't aware of what he had done, and gave him a consolation prize instead, a turtle. Slat wandered off into the crowd.

An hour or so later he came back, even more drunk than before. Once again the showman demurred, but once again Slat insisted, and once more scored three bullseyes and was given another turtle.



Again Slat wandered off,but

Eventually staggered up to the booth again and again insisted on a third attempt. Once more he picked up the rifle, waved it around in the general direction of the target, and pulled the trigger three times.



Once more he had scored three bull's eyes. But this time there was an onlooker with good eyesight.

"That's fantastic," the man said. "Hasn't he scored three bulls?"

The showman, cursing his luck, made a play of going over to the target and inspecting it closely.

"Yes Sir!" he announced to the crowd. "This is fantastic! Congratulations, sir, you have won the star prize, this magnificent 68-piece set of glassware."

"I don't want any bloody glasses," Slat replied. "Give me another one of those crusty meat pies."



Slat does love his vittles