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Step aside all you all you UberTackTicle Shotgun folks, we got us a up-and-coming shooter stepping onto the field.
Standing tall and erect about Waist high, this young man with his unshaven face, brown eyes and eyelashes that make ladies swoon and get a case of the vapors.
Fella likes slugs for serious bidness, he says they are "gnarly and neat" .
Check out his shotgun, that folks is 70's era tie dye paint job , that shows under black light, atop that wood stock.
He spits his sunflower seed shell out, and speaks, ears listen.
"See that playing card down the way, gonna put a slug smack dab in the center".
Whoa! The crowd says, stepping back, hands going to faces and - damn, would someone check on that young blond, looks like a case of vapors coming on. She must have been checking out them eyelashes of his again.
"What playing card?".
Ya know? There is always one dumb butt that just has to look downrange and notice there ain't one.
I volunteered to remedy this "slight oversight".
Two-hundred and twenty-seven steps downrange I go, and Two-hundred and twenty-seven steps I ride back.
I may be dumb, but I ain't stupid, ya'll can walk your legs off if you want to , but when a lady drives down to pick you up - you ride back.
I mean it would sorta rude to not ride back with cute gal and all...
"If that boy hits that target from here, I will pick up the tab for a gallon of cheese dip". -Grandma says adding she still has some of Grandpa's money.
Grandpa wondered where his change was from that C Note...
Young Man whets his finger, holds up to check the wind.
"Need them special slugs if you please".
I just happen to be the keeper of these special slugs, kept in a wooden cigar box...totally awesome cigar box by the way.
Young man opens his gun, and I insert one special slug, he closes the action on this single shot .410 and gets into low gun position.
Quickly and smoothly he mounts gun to face and fires, opens action and...
"Report sounded a bit off on that slug" someone sez.
"Special slug and with the barometric pressure coupled with overcast, noise is affected" I reply.
Young man looks at me, grins, and nods.
Rest of the folks think I am crazier than a road tick...
"Oh . My. Gosh! There seems to in fact be a hole in that card."
Said the cute gal that gave me a ride back , with a pair of binoculars.
I drive down, I done walked that distance once, I'd hate to make a habit of such things.
By Golly, smack dab center in the Ace of Diamonds we have hole the size of a .410 slug.
It is the shooter, not the shooting iron.
Don't hurt to have an Adopted Uncle like yours truly to "assist" and "pass forward" either. Nor does having a Grandma' and a Cute gal in on this deal ...
Standing tall and erect about Waist high, this young man with his unshaven face, brown eyes and eyelashes that make ladies swoon and get a case of the vapors.
Fella likes slugs for serious bidness, he says they are "gnarly and neat" .
Check out his shotgun, that folks is 70's era tie dye paint job , that shows under black light, atop that wood stock.
He spits his sunflower seed shell out, and speaks, ears listen.
"See that playing card down the way, gonna put a slug smack dab in the center".
Whoa! The crowd says, stepping back, hands going to faces and - damn, would someone check on that young blond, looks like a case of vapors coming on. She must have been checking out them eyelashes of his again.
"What playing card?".
Ya know? There is always one dumb butt that just has to look downrange and notice there ain't one.
I volunteered to remedy this "slight oversight".
Two-hundred and twenty-seven steps downrange I go, and Two-hundred and twenty-seven steps I ride back.
I may be dumb, but I ain't stupid, ya'll can walk your legs off if you want to , but when a lady drives down to pick you up - you ride back.
I mean it would sorta rude to not ride back with cute gal and all...
"If that boy hits that target from here, I will pick up the tab for a gallon of cheese dip". -Grandma says adding she still has some of Grandpa's money.
Grandpa wondered where his change was from that C Note...
Young Man whets his finger, holds up to check the wind.
"Need them special slugs if you please".
I just happen to be the keeper of these special slugs, kept in a wooden cigar box...totally awesome cigar box by the way.
Young man opens his gun, and I insert one special slug, he closes the action on this single shot .410 and gets into low gun position.
Quickly and smoothly he mounts gun to face and fires, opens action and...
"Report sounded a bit off on that slug" someone sez.
"Special slug and with the barometric pressure coupled with overcast, noise is affected" I reply.
Young man looks at me, grins, and nods.
Rest of the folks think I am crazier than a road tick...
"Oh . My. Gosh! There seems to in fact be a hole in that card."
Said the cute gal that gave me a ride back , with a pair of binoculars.
I drive down, I done walked that distance once, I'd hate to make a habit of such things.
By Golly, smack dab center in the Ace of Diamonds we have hole the size of a .410 slug.
It is the shooter, not the shooting iron.
Don't hurt to have an Adopted Uncle like yours truly to "assist" and "pass forward" either. Nor does having a Grandma' and a Cute gal in on this deal ...