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A little something about being on the road…
From back in …
“Mom, tell me about these pictures; is that Grandpa and you all dressed up,a limo.. is…is that Phil too?”
‘Honey this is hard to explain, very soon I have a feeling you are going to witness something, and some things just have to be seen to be understood. This picture is only a glimpse of this thing…”
"Okay mom, me and the dog are going out back..."
Mom had gone out back upon hearing Comfortably Numb, a couple evenings ago. There Phil was, she knew what he was he was doing, oh my gosh, he was really going to do this thing for the child…
Mom's mind drifted off to time back when...
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Deputy had just as soon shot the two fellas, but that meant a helluva of lot of paperwork, even if had used a dozer. Nope, some things just need making right and understood.
The gauntlet had been thrown down, the challenge accepted on “no uncertain terms” . Deputy had made sure loud and clear. “You boys will be at Fire Lake at the agreed time”
The two fellas were wondering about a bunch of stuff, like why this private range was called Fire Lake, and just who were these folks really were, only name they knew were the ones seen on a tote board. B. Cassidy, S. Kid, and C. Jane.
Mr. Willie and the fellow they called “ski” had run off someplace. Others were speaking in low tones and whispers…
First folks saw the flashing lights, then the headlights of the stretch limo, dust just a stirring in their wake.
One of the fellas quipped “Looks a funeral procession”
“In a manner of speaking- yep!” was uttered from the small gathering from someone.
First Mr. Willie appeared in the midst of the field, wearing a Top hat and Tuxedo tails, “ski” was dressed in a three piece charcoal suit. Why just a bit ago they were in jeans and such...
Deputy stopped, waited for the dust to settle; got out adjusted his Ray Bans, and then nodded to Mr. Willie. From somewhere “Sharp Dressed Man” bellowed from Cerwin-Vega speakers.
The Chauffer, damn! Cute young long legged thing in mini- skirt, matching blazer, turtleneck neck top, opened the door. Then S. Kid exited first, khakis, green oxford shirt, tie, blue blazer, B. Cassidy exited next in gray slacks, blue oxford shirt and blue blazer. The cute young leggy thing with the mini- skirt, had a gentleman in each arm, as they approached the field -the sun glistened off diamonds , gold and Ray Ban Aviators.
Three, Custom Shop Winchester Super X Model 1’s; were in the gun rack. The three donned leather shell belts, then each grabbed a SX1. Each went to station 8 and fired two rounds downrange- S.Kid , AKA Phil , nodded to Mr. Willie, and Mr. Willie grinned back.
Phil stepped to station 8, and then took two steps in toward the low house, loaded 3 shells, no bird was called for, from low gun Phil dusted the first Low 8, a second bird from Low 8, was dusted then the High 8 that came from overhead…
Phil turned around, started walking in toward High 8, he was 1/3 in when he dusted it, Low 8 flew over had and he dusted it.
Run'em Phil said as the mini-skirted lady loaded her 3 shells and took a step toward Low 8...
The two fellas who had done wrong watched this repeated by B. Cassidy, and C. Jane.
In hushed tones between themselves, they wondered just what had they just seen what they had gotten themselves in for, and why this place in the middle of nowhere, was called Fire Lake.
They jumped upon hearing Deputy’s voice behind them.
“Well S. Kid is known as Phil around these parts, he came up with an idea awhile back, got some folks involved. Now that B. Cassidy is his running buddy and that long legged good looker in the mini-skirt, running buddy's daughter.
I will use the “Three S’s “on you two if you so much as disrespect that lady, or make any lewd comments. Now step on out and take your whupping – oh and welcome to hell”.
Targets flew, only they did not shoot regulation skeet. Done started off shooting 2 where one usually ends up...then it went all to hell in a handbasket from there...in real fired up hurry...
The two fellas were plumb tuckered out, only two rounds, no distinction between rounds – if that is what they really were. And this was a shortened version? The music, what was up with that?
Huffing and puffing, they finally got a better look at the guns these 3 were wearing on hips. Blazers had been tossed aside, the already fast pace had gotten faster -no time to really see..
1911s, all the same, the stocks were Ivory and some kind of insignia was on all 3.
“Now git on out of here; you ain’t welcome in this here county no more, you got that? What you just done and seen stays here. You get my drift?
Tied to the Whipping Post was bellowing out as the two left broken down, beaten, and stunned. They had made the apologies to the Deputy’s liking, left the monies too, that had gone into C. Jane’s blazer pocket.
“Daddy, you want me to carry your coat”
“No darling- I want you to put in around your waist- damn honey- that min- skirt and your legs…”
"Oh daddy! It was Phil's idea , and you went along it. Gotta admit we got all the style points".
"Remind me to choke Phil before we get to the Steakhouse will ya?"
Copyright 2005 -Phil Carson
Very rough draft on one of many projects. Short version is - crushed the flash-drive with some works and having to start over. This is one of a series, about "back when" , some special times, special folks, some special happenings...don't; want to reveal too much...just some folks wanted a tidbit tossed out.
From back in …
“Mom, tell me about these pictures; is that Grandpa and you all dressed up,a limo.. is…is that Phil too?”
‘Honey this is hard to explain, very soon I have a feeling you are going to witness something, and some things just have to be seen to be understood. This picture is only a glimpse of this thing…”
"Okay mom, me and the dog are going out back..."
Mom had gone out back upon hearing Comfortably Numb, a couple evenings ago. There Phil was, she knew what he was he was doing, oh my gosh, he was really going to do this thing for the child…
Mom's mind drifted off to time back when...
--
Deputy had just as soon shot the two fellas, but that meant a helluva of lot of paperwork, even if had used a dozer. Nope, some things just need making right and understood.
The gauntlet had been thrown down, the challenge accepted on “no uncertain terms” . Deputy had made sure loud and clear. “You boys will be at Fire Lake at the agreed time”
The two fellas were wondering about a bunch of stuff, like why this private range was called Fire Lake, and just who were these folks really were, only name they knew were the ones seen on a tote board. B. Cassidy, S. Kid, and C. Jane.
Mr. Willie and the fellow they called “ski” had run off someplace. Others were speaking in low tones and whispers…
First folks saw the flashing lights, then the headlights of the stretch limo, dust just a stirring in their wake.
One of the fellas quipped “Looks a funeral procession”
“In a manner of speaking- yep!” was uttered from the small gathering from someone.
First Mr. Willie appeared in the midst of the field, wearing a Top hat and Tuxedo tails, “ski” was dressed in a three piece charcoal suit. Why just a bit ago they were in jeans and such...
Deputy stopped, waited for the dust to settle; got out adjusted his Ray Bans, and then nodded to Mr. Willie. From somewhere “Sharp Dressed Man” bellowed from Cerwin-Vega speakers.
The Chauffer, damn! Cute young long legged thing in mini- skirt, matching blazer, turtleneck neck top, opened the door. Then S. Kid exited first, khakis, green oxford shirt, tie, blue blazer, B. Cassidy exited next in gray slacks, blue oxford shirt and blue blazer. The cute young leggy thing with the mini- skirt, had a gentleman in each arm, as they approached the field -the sun glistened off diamonds , gold and Ray Ban Aviators.
Three, Custom Shop Winchester Super X Model 1’s; were in the gun rack. The three donned leather shell belts, then each grabbed a SX1. Each went to station 8 and fired two rounds downrange- S.Kid , AKA Phil , nodded to Mr. Willie, and Mr. Willie grinned back.
Phil stepped to station 8, and then took two steps in toward the low house, loaded 3 shells, no bird was called for, from low gun Phil dusted the first Low 8, a second bird from Low 8, was dusted then the High 8 that came from overhead…
Phil turned around, started walking in toward High 8, he was 1/3 in when he dusted it, Low 8 flew over had and he dusted it.
Run'em Phil said as the mini-skirted lady loaded her 3 shells and took a step toward Low 8...
The two fellas who had done wrong watched this repeated by B. Cassidy, and C. Jane.
In hushed tones between themselves, they wondered just what had they just seen what they had gotten themselves in for, and why this place in the middle of nowhere, was called Fire Lake.
They jumped upon hearing Deputy’s voice behind them.
“Well S. Kid is known as Phil around these parts, he came up with an idea awhile back, got some folks involved. Now that B. Cassidy is his running buddy and that long legged good looker in the mini-skirt, running buddy's daughter.
I will use the “Three S’s “on you two if you so much as disrespect that lady, or make any lewd comments. Now step on out and take your whupping – oh and welcome to hell”.
Targets flew, only they did not shoot regulation skeet. Done started off shooting 2 where one usually ends up...then it went all to hell in a handbasket from there...in real fired up hurry...
The two fellas were plumb tuckered out, only two rounds, no distinction between rounds – if that is what they really were. And this was a shortened version? The music, what was up with that?
Huffing and puffing, they finally got a better look at the guns these 3 were wearing on hips. Blazers had been tossed aside, the already fast pace had gotten faster -no time to really see..
1911s, all the same, the stocks were Ivory and some kind of insignia was on all 3.
“Now git on out of here; you ain’t welcome in this here county no more, you got that? What you just done and seen stays here. You get my drift?
Tied to the Whipping Post was bellowing out as the two left broken down, beaten, and stunned. They had made the apologies to the Deputy’s liking, left the monies too, that had gone into C. Jane’s blazer pocket.
“Daddy, you want me to carry your coat”
“No darling- I want you to put in around your waist- damn honey- that min- skirt and your legs…”
"Oh daddy! It was Phil's idea , and you went along it. Gotta admit we got all the style points".
"Remind me to choke Phil before we get to the Steakhouse will ya?"
Copyright 2005 -Phil Carson
Very rough draft on one of many projects. Short version is - crushed the flash-drive with some works and having to start over. This is one of a series, about "back when" , some special times, special folks, some special happenings...don't; want to reveal too much...just some folks wanted a tidbit tossed out.
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