Man with No Name- Drunk Can Shooting

“Put it over there,” Miguel demanded, rising and pointing to a spot halfway along the patio wall. It was in the centre of a stretch of wall already set up as a shooting range, for several cans had been placed along the coping at the top.

The Man With No Name emerged from the house, taking a final swig from an almost empty bottle of tequila, which he then hurled away from him. In the same action he drew his right hand pistol and squeezed the trigger at high speed, the series of six shots merged into one complete sound. Six cans leaped from the wall to an enormous cheer from the watching men and with a smile of satisfaction the tall American took a proffered bottle and drank from the neck.

- A Fistful of Dollars novel, chapter 15