I was one of the lucky boys drawn from the crowd to throw objects for Herb at Pebble Lake trapgounds near Fergus Falls, MN. I'm guessing about 1948. Anyway, I had a hell of a throwing arm and he gave me an egg and I whipped it straight up as fast as I could and he missed it! He then made a remark that got the crowd laughing hard. We had one of his Indian chief heads drawn with a Model 63 hanging in our hardware store for many years.