That used to be my favorite target! Every day I would go to the woodlot next door and hang some jugs, some with target marks drawn on the four sides, and thwack 'em with blunts. What a blast! Noisy!! Both the crack of the blunt on plastic and the laughter warbling out through the underbrush!
The woods are apartments now, a dry, hot, sterile, overcrowded collection of taxable income. Shame. My shooting sucks, now, too. :(
Killdeer~use those targets, and your open space while you can!