Squab for us West Texaners. Grandad made me a slingshot out of inner tube rubber, some leather, and a plywood cutout. He posted me in the big feed barn with orders to try and bring down any squab I coudl reach with the thing. Them big sheet metal pole barns were a bit too tall for me to reach the top rafters with the rocks I had, but I sure had a lot of fun trying. Learned an important lesson about trajectory and shooting from a pure vertical hold in that barn. Got a goosegg for my trouble.