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Bucket of Fun.
The nine inch paper plate was stapled to the target stand about 10 steps away The Tall lanky fellow inserted a .410 slug into the H&R Topper. A Second slug was between the fingers of his left hand. He quickly shouldered from low –gun, fired, thumbed the action open, empty hull ejected, second slug was loaded and fired...
“Just what are you shooting at? There ain’t a hole one in that paper plate, and you fired all 5 slugs from that box? â€
Grinning, the lanky fellow knelt down, the action was open on the Topper, muzzle pointed away in a safe manner. He pointed up toward a hill; he gently raised the chin of his observer – “OH! Now I see! I wanna try that Please!!!
Once upon a time the lanky fellow happened onto a new steel bucket, with the steel lid that crimps down. Paint, roofing tar, and who knows what else these gray buckets are used for; about 10 gal size. He had a use for that bucket, and that bucket had provided years of fun. He carried it up upon that hill, and at first it stayed anchored with rocks. You name and it had been shot at that bucket, from .22 shorts to .50 cal.; from “about here†to “way over yonderâ€.
The lanky fellow still had the most fun with slugs, don’t know why, just did. Something about the “lowly , never gets credit .410 slug†- fun is not age specific.
From time to time the old bucket needed some assistance with appearance and good health. Might be some baling wire, some old sheet metal scraps, was all it needed. Sometimes weathered and rusting, whatever can of spray paint that was handy – the neon hot pink was interesting, so was the hot neon lime green. Hey for Fifty cents in the bargain basket…seemed like a good idea at the time.
Now there was that winter someone put the World’s ugliest hat atop the bucket. One summer- never did get a straight answer as to who put a itsy bitsy teeny weenie neon yellow bikini on the bucket. Oh – yeah forgot they painted the purple polka dots on the bikini too.
You get that sight picture when you are not expecting it and see if you don’t do a double take…
Now being an equal opportunity recipient of lead, there was time the “Stud Puppy†boxers adorned the bucket, replete with red hearts and of a size big enough to fit a ’58 Buick. Ladies actually giggled when shooting during this “phase†of the bucket’s development, personality change, growth spurt , growing pains…
Now in this high tech world of shooting, all sorts of disciplines, equipment and whatnot…it is nice to have simple. Be it a J frame snub- nosed revolver to not only test skill – but to educate one’s self or others about a what a snub nose can do. Taking that old antiquated Model 94 in 30-30 and …well by golly!!
Gonna miss that bucket, been told after all these years just plumb tuckered out. No amount of bailing wire, duct tape, paint, adding pieces of metal…not even Stud Puppy boxers or Itsy Bitsy bikini’s can cure the ills this time. Actually taken down and given a proper burial I’m was informed. Sacred spot on that hill where untold rounds taught folks, gave pleasure, eased pain and provided some good ribbing.
Oh – the kid at the beginning of this tale? , About so high, dark blond hair and not real happy with the prospect of having to wear braces. This was back when boys were “yucky†you understand. Well the girl got the “Kentucky Windage†and proceeded to have a ball. After 15 slugs it was my fault for not having brought more. That is okay, she had her 22 rifle and that worked.
Last I shot that H& R Topper was that day, seems to me it “just followed her homeâ€. That has happened a lot with Toppers and me it seems.
Been meaning to get myself another Topper in .410, kinda miss not having a old wood and blue little critter around…something about lobbing them slugs – well like I said, fun is not age specific.
The nine inch paper plate was stapled to the target stand about 10 steps away The Tall lanky fellow inserted a .410 slug into the H&R Topper. A Second slug was between the fingers of his left hand. He quickly shouldered from low –gun, fired, thumbed the action open, empty hull ejected, second slug was loaded and fired...
“Just what are you shooting at? There ain’t a hole one in that paper plate, and you fired all 5 slugs from that box? â€
Grinning, the lanky fellow knelt down, the action was open on the Topper, muzzle pointed away in a safe manner. He pointed up toward a hill; he gently raised the chin of his observer – “OH! Now I see! I wanna try that Please!!!
Once upon a time the lanky fellow happened onto a new steel bucket, with the steel lid that crimps down. Paint, roofing tar, and who knows what else these gray buckets are used for; about 10 gal size. He had a use for that bucket, and that bucket had provided years of fun. He carried it up upon that hill, and at first it stayed anchored with rocks. You name and it had been shot at that bucket, from .22 shorts to .50 cal.; from “about here†to “way over yonderâ€.
The lanky fellow still had the most fun with slugs, don’t know why, just did. Something about the “lowly , never gets credit .410 slug†- fun is not age specific.
From time to time the old bucket needed some assistance with appearance and good health. Might be some baling wire, some old sheet metal scraps, was all it needed. Sometimes weathered and rusting, whatever can of spray paint that was handy – the neon hot pink was interesting, so was the hot neon lime green. Hey for Fifty cents in the bargain basket…seemed like a good idea at the time.
Now there was that winter someone put the World’s ugliest hat atop the bucket. One summer- never did get a straight answer as to who put a itsy bitsy teeny weenie neon yellow bikini on the bucket. Oh – yeah forgot they painted the purple polka dots on the bikini too.
You get that sight picture when you are not expecting it and see if you don’t do a double take…
Now being an equal opportunity recipient of lead, there was time the “Stud Puppy†boxers adorned the bucket, replete with red hearts and of a size big enough to fit a ’58 Buick. Ladies actually giggled when shooting during this “phase†of the bucket’s development, personality change, growth spurt , growing pains…
Now in this high tech world of shooting, all sorts of disciplines, equipment and whatnot…it is nice to have simple. Be it a J frame snub- nosed revolver to not only test skill – but to educate one’s self or others about a what a snub nose can do. Taking that old antiquated Model 94 in 30-30 and …well by golly!!
Gonna miss that bucket, been told after all these years just plumb tuckered out. No amount of bailing wire, duct tape, paint, adding pieces of metal…not even Stud Puppy boxers or Itsy Bitsy bikini’s can cure the ills this time. Actually taken down and given a proper burial I’m was informed. Sacred spot on that hill where untold rounds taught folks, gave pleasure, eased pain and provided some good ribbing.
Oh – the kid at the beginning of this tale? , About so high, dark blond hair and not real happy with the prospect of having to wear braces. This was back when boys were “yucky†you understand. Well the girl got the “Kentucky Windage†and proceeded to have a ball. After 15 slugs it was my fault for not having brought more. That is okay, she had her 22 rifle and that worked.
Last I shot that H& R Topper was that day, seems to me it “just followed her homeâ€. That has happened a lot with Toppers and me it seems.
Been meaning to get myself another Topper in .410, kinda miss not having a old wood and blue little critter around…something about lobbing them slugs – well like I said, fun is not age specific.
While I'm at it I may see how well regulated the barrels are on that Huglu 36ga. 
