Here's my Mother's day fodder:
All sitting around after church having brunch, in our Sunday Go-To-Meeting duds, and the SIL looks out the window and says, "Is that your cat in the garden?"
"No, that's the chubby ******* I've been looking for."
I sprung up from the table, jumped over the wife, and daughter.
Grabbed the Savage and hauled out the door.
By this time, the chubby ******* was getting it across the pasture - straight away from the house. Pausing after every 30-40 yards to see if he was being followed, he'd move again just as I was getting the crosshairs on him.
Finally, he paused a little too long, and I stuck 33 grains in the control room. He went down - no twitching, no death roll, just dropped over dead.
Cheers erupted from the house. (we're easily amused here on the farm)
Paced the distance at a hair over 150 yards, I could still hear the thud when the shot hit money.
Love the plex reticle.
my apologies on the vulgar word edits there, mods. I copied from a forum without filters.
Won't happen again.
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