Criticism aimed at an easy target and made without careful consideration

Usage examples of potshot.

With nothing else to do, the guards spent their time gambling, drinking and taking potshots at the crows and ravens which occasionally floated past the unglazed slit windows of the guardhouse.

George, one of my oldest friends in Potshot, who had sat subserviently through the whole discussion without saying a word.

I was drinking coffee with the chief of the Potshot police in an unmarked airconditioned four-door black Ford Explorer, parked outside the bank on Main Street.

Tomorrow I was heading to Potshot and the farewell supper that Susan had made waited on the counter in her kitchen, blocked off by chairs.

I knew of two guys in Potshot that she might control-Mark Ratliff and Dean Walker.

He began to sit out there all day and part of the night, and finally he took a potshot at an innocent truck that was just passing by.

The horrified marines on the right flank, loath to fire across the path at their comrades, could only potshot ineffectively at the disappearing forms.

Joe was spit-polished and clean, wearing a chartreuse cowboy shut and new boots, and as they chugged along he took potshots at roadside prairie dogs with his .

Spent most of my time stopping them from taking potshots at old buildings that they violently disapproved of!

I supposed to do if somebody over there across the border starts taking potshots at me?

The gun had probably been left there by garrison soldiers and the Blackshirts had enjoyed themselves taking potshots at easy targets: a black sentry box near one of the cottages was a mess of bullet holes and splinters.

They spy on us a lot with those copters of theirs, and we take potshots at them whenever we get the chance.

Say if Joe took a potshot at one of his own trigger-happy compatriots and they blew him ass-backward down the canyon into eternity, scream as the liberals and the Charley Blooms might, they wouldn't have a leg to stand on.

But nobody in his right mind would climb to the top of a University bell tower to take potshots with a scopesighted rifle at passersby, either, her mind retorted, or murder perfectly innocent, semiretired rock'n'roll stars just to say they'd done it, or do any of the other gruesome things that had made the headlines within her memory.

More gunfire from beside him, the men who had been providing suppressive fire were potshotting the plastique balls Rourke and Daszrozinski had missed, chunks of flooring rising up, collapsing downward, screams, the gunfire from the KGB positions sporadic now.