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The lanky fellow was leaning against the fence, having a smoke, shotgun leaning on the second rail; about 30 yards off the two lane blacktop. He heard the car round the bend, heard it slow then it stopped. The fellow dropped his smoke, mounted gun to face, came from behind, pulled through, slapped the trigger. He walked forward about 3 steps and caught the dove in his left hand.
He turned toward the road and walked toward the Yellow Malibu with black racing stripes, smoke coming from under the hood. As he walked closer the driver got out, none to happy, a good looking blonde, jeans and oxford shirt. This ought to be good.
He walked on past to his vehicle, he could feel some eyes , felt like blue ones, nope those that hot had to be green. Well he pulled his vehicle up behind hers, got out, opened his trunk , grabbed two bottles of beer and walked over. He didn’t say a word, just handed her a long neck. Yep they had some green in ‘em all right.
“Do you have the ability to speak, or do you just shoot birds and offer folks long necks?â€
Yep.
She popped the hood, and both peered in to see the problem. “Well hell, it ain’t the radiator cap, hoses are fine, you got any bright ideas?†The fella poured a bit of beer on the heater hose up near the firewall, removed his bandana, used it to wipe a spot- yep he replied.
“Hey just because I am girl don’t mean I’m stupid. I may be a blond, but I’ll have you know I’m a natural blondeâ€. The fella just grinned, . The Blond turned beet red.
You volunteered that bit of information – just remember that, okay? Now hold up a darn second, that sucker has to cool down before I can fix it. All I have to do is cut about a half inch off where busted, and fit it back on and tighten the clamp. I have enough water in the ice chest, and some anti- freeze to get you into town.
“Oh – so what do we do in the meantime?†He grinned, she blushed again.
You shoot? He asked. Well she was not a shot gunner he found out; actually she had not shot much at all. So it was decided she would walk out and watch him shoot any doves that happened along while the vehicle cooled. She wanted to take a few beers but not sure how to carry them. He turned her around, pulled the pockets on the rear end of her jeans and stuck a ice cold bottle of beer in each of her rear pockets. I can’t type how a girl reacts to this – use your imagination. “I’d say something stupid like my butt is cold and wet – but I’d just blush again and you’d just grin and make it worse†The fella grinned .
That is how I met a special lady that would later become a great shot gunner and shooter all around. I was honored to teach and have her partner up with me anytime, anyplace against anyone.
Yep the hose trick worked, water from the ice chest was enough. I handed her a copy of book by a fella named Brister, and a BB gun with no sights. Yeah she already figured I was different, this clinched it.
Out the field I felled a few more doves, just something to do while waiting. Her eyes lit up, she had that look, I knew she had the desire.
She and I hit it off for whatever reason, just felt comfortable. We had talked about getting something to eat in town. She fired up the engine and hollered “if you catch me you can have me or supper†I said I’d take supper. She got the funniest look “ I…I’m not that kind of girl….I guess I feel comfortable enough to flirt that way with you†I told her I knew she wasn’t and I am a Southern Gentlemen – don’t mean I can’t flirt back tho’.
Yeah I caught her - I cheated, I cut across the parking lot and made it to the diner first. She paid for supper , and we headed to the parts store. Yep , she changed the hoses herself the next morning . I offered and all , she wanted to do it, she went ahead and changed her oil while she had her grub clothes on. That told me a lot in itself. I was not wrong about this gal.
We shot well together, felled many a bird, traveled to shoot and won some monies. Hard to explain, but folks sometimes have a bond that words don’t describe. We made some promises and some were just understood. She called me her Desperado, that song always reminded her of me, goes beyond seeing me leaning against a fence the first time she saw me. “Desperado promise me…â€
I have to honor a promise, I said I would do her Eulogy, and my bond is my word.
I’ll finish my tribute someday. A special lady, a shot gunner, a shooter, someone I was honored to be a partner with and have as my friend.
Your Desperado is headed your way darling...
He turned toward the road and walked toward the Yellow Malibu with black racing stripes, smoke coming from under the hood. As he walked closer the driver got out, none to happy, a good looking blonde, jeans and oxford shirt. This ought to be good.
He walked on past to his vehicle, he could feel some eyes , felt like blue ones, nope those that hot had to be green. Well he pulled his vehicle up behind hers, got out, opened his trunk , grabbed two bottles of beer and walked over. He didn’t say a word, just handed her a long neck. Yep they had some green in ‘em all right.
“Do you have the ability to speak, or do you just shoot birds and offer folks long necks?â€
Yep.
She popped the hood, and both peered in to see the problem. “Well hell, it ain’t the radiator cap, hoses are fine, you got any bright ideas?†The fella poured a bit of beer on the heater hose up near the firewall, removed his bandana, used it to wipe a spot- yep he replied.
“Hey just because I am girl don’t mean I’m stupid. I may be a blond, but I’ll have you know I’m a natural blondeâ€. The fella just grinned, . The Blond turned beet red.
You volunteered that bit of information – just remember that, okay? Now hold up a darn second, that sucker has to cool down before I can fix it. All I have to do is cut about a half inch off where busted, and fit it back on and tighten the clamp. I have enough water in the ice chest, and some anti- freeze to get you into town.
“Oh – so what do we do in the meantime?†He grinned, she blushed again.
You shoot? He asked. Well she was not a shot gunner he found out; actually she had not shot much at all. So it was decided she would walk out and watch him shoot any doves that happened along while the vehicle cooled. She wanted to take a few beers but not sure how to carry them. He turned her around, pulled the pockets on the rear end of her jeans and stuck a ice cold bottle of beer in each of her rear pockets. I can’t type how a girl reacts to this – use your imagination. “I’d say something stupid like my butt is cold and wet – but I’d just blush again and you’d just grin and make it worse†The fella grinned .
That is how I met a special lady that would later become a great shot gunner and shooter all around. I was honored to teach and have her partner up with me anytime, anyplace against anyone.
Yep the hose trick worked, water from the ice chest was enough. I handed her a copy of book by a fella named Brister, and a BB gun with no sights. Yeah she already figured I was different, this clinched it.
Out the field I felled a few more doves, just something to do while waiting. Her eyes lit up, she had that look, I knew she had the desire.
She and I hit it off for whatever reason, just felt comfortable. We had talked about getting something to eat in town. She fired up the engine and hollered “if you catch me you can have me or supper†I said I’d take supper. She got the funniest look “ I…I’m not that kind of girl….I guess I feel comfortable enough to flirt that way with you†I told her I knew she wasn’t and I am a Southern Gentlemen – don’t mean I can’t flirt back tho’.
Yeah I caught her - I cheated, I cut across the parking lot and made it to the diner first. She paid for supper , and we headed to the parts store. Yep , she changed the hoses herself the next morning . I offered and all , she wanted to do it, she went ahead and changed her oil while she had her grub clothes on. That told me a lot in itself. I was not wrong about this gal.
We shot well together, felled many a bird, traveled to shoot and won some monies. Hard to explain, but folks sometimes have a bond that words don’t describe. We made some promises and some were just understood. She called me her Desperado, that song always reminded her of me, goes beyond seeing me leaning against a fence the first time she saw me. “Desperado promise me…â€
I have to honor a promise, I said I would do her Eulogy, and my bond is my word.
I’ll finish my tribute someday. A special lady, a shot gunner, a shooter, someone I was honored to be a partner with and have as my friend.
Your Desperado is headed your way darling...
