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So Matt came over and camped here at Weeville yesterday and we had an always fun as could be time, just like every single time ever. How can two supposedly grown folks laugh so much for hours on end?
We shot bad pool and then went and sat on the back porch smoking and drinking and making the clock spin around like an Indy car engine.
At one point just in passing, Matt said, "I think I might get a pellet gun." Oh yeah? You WANT one? Here ya go, left over from trying to shoot turtles on the lake in SC. I even had a can of pellets to go with it. I'll never shoot it again, not here for sure.
So the pellet can was just about rusted shut, so I gave Matt tow pairs of channel locks.
Picture this. I had handed matt the pellet rifle, a can of ammo and to two tools to open the can of ammo. The whole time I had "no idea" that he might actually shoot the gun. As Matt pointed out, "You gave me the keys."
So he shot the gun out there toward the corner of the fence and then pointed out that we have a lot of targets right there on the table (empty beer cans).
Yeah, okay. So off I go across the yard with an empty beer can to set it up for Matt to target shoot (what was I THINKING?!?!?)_ when there the neighbor and his wife hanging over the rail on their deck. Glarin. At ME.
They haven't come out of the house since they moved in last year. They just don't. No, they were on a crime scene investigation. Shooting in the neighborhood.
As soon as I saw them, I took a different hold on the empty beer can, acting like that was the one I was drinking, and strayed over by the fence, sort of looking over the back of the fence and kicking at the bunny hole under the gate.
Neighbor said, "Got critters?" I said yeah, rabbits. He said, "We've got 15 of them."
And they went back in the house and Matt and I laughed about that for the rest of the evening. He SO wanted to shoot that gun again. I kept both feet on it, right there on the porch floor.
We shot bad pool and then went and sat on the back porch smoking and drinking and making the clock spin around like an Indy car engine.
At one point just in passing, Matt said, "I think I might get a pellet gun." Oh yeah? You WANT one? Here ya go, left over from trying to shoot turtles on the lake in SC. I even had a can of pellets to go with it. I'll never shoot it again, not here for sure.
So the pellet can was just about rusted shut, so I gave Matt tow pairs of channel locks.
Picture this. I had handed matt the pellet rifle, a can of ammo and to two tools to open the can of ammo. The whole time I had "no idea" that he might actually shoot the gun. As Matt pointed out, "You gave me the keys."
So he shot the gun out there toward the corner of the fence and then pointed out that we have a lot of targets right there on the table (empty beer cans).
Yeah, okay. So off I go across the yard with an empty beer can to set it up for Matt to target shoot (what was I THINKING?!?!?)_ when there the neighbor and his wife hanging over the rail on their deck. Glarin. At ME.
They haven't come out of the house since they moved in last year. They just don't. No, they were on a crime scene investigation. Shooting in the neighborhood.
As soon as I saw them, I took a different hold on the empty beer can, acting like that was the one I was drinking, and strayed over by the fence, sort of looking over the back of the fence and kicking at the bunny hole under the gate.
Neighbor said, "Got critters?" I said yeah, rabbits. He said, "We've got 15 of them."
And they went back in the house and Matt and I laughed about that for the rest of the evening. He SO wanted to shoot that gun again. I kept both feet on it, right there on the porch floor.
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