When I was about 7 years old, my father started to put up a flagpole bracket on the corner of the eave of the house over the porch, and was attacked by the wasps that came out from their nest, under the shingles there. Dad went inside and came back out and began to work atop the chair he was on, again. Again, out came the wasps swarming him. "POW! POW! POW!", and dad had just dropped three of them with his 32 kit gun S&W 2" revolver. I was MOST impressed. My father, the serious pistolero.
It was YEARS before he admitted to me that he had run inside and stuffed the revolver full of CCI ratshot loads.
It was YEARS before he admitted to me that he had run inside and stuffed the revolver full of CCI ratshot loads.
