Girls and guns sometimes don’t mix
Especially if the girl has only ever fired the gun maybe once before.
Like a few years ago.
And the gun is an ancient .22 rifle that is as old as she is. (It is, Ron got it when his brother was born, 1960)
Okay, there was an armadillo in the yard. Armadillos are vermin around here, and if we see them, we shoot them. Well, I’m the only “them” at home right now. So I go get the gun, and one bullet. And a flashlight.
Get out in the yard where the ‘dillo is, and try to load the gun. Right. I’m blind in low light without glasses, but I manage to get the one bullet in.
Struggle for a while trying to figure out how to get the gun to firing position. All the while the ‘dillo is about 15 feet from me digging up the yard. And I’ve got just about every grown up cat helping me. But no one to hold the flashlight.
I finally decide that I don’t remember the gun well enough to fire it, and squeeze the trigger while pointing it away from everything but still at the ground. To my surprise, the gun fires.
Whups! Oh well, okay.
I go over to the armadillo and poke it with the gun and tell it GET OUT OF HERE! It looks at me like HUH?
So I poked at it some more. Go! Go, you varmint! I can’t shoot you, but I can poke you with this gun!
The armadillo got smart, and ran away. I came in the house, put the gun away, wrote a note to Ron telling him he needs to re-teach me how to use that gun…
And then I came online here to share. LOL!
Ron will be happy, tho. I didn’t shoot the heat pump, or the house, and he doesn’t have a ‘dillo to dispose of.
frightfully yours,
Vyx
the gunslinger (NOT)
I decided yesterday that I probably had never shot that gun before. But now I know how to use it, so next time I see an armadillo… well I probably will just go poke at it with a broom, lol!
