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Another Shooting Story, & I'll hush about it, for awhile, anyway...There was this little girl, Jackie, whose daddy was my sister's horse trainer. She was at the farm one day, her daddy & my sister were working to get ready to go to a show. Jackie was kinda left to her own devices/foisted off on me. She was also at that "Extremely Obnoxious" age, somewhere between boys 'n' Barbies, & posessed of a whiny voice & manner that kinda made you wanna Pinch her Head Off. I was playing w/one of my rifles, Jackie's voice hit Mach 10, & I says "Jackie, come here." I had a Chipmunk rifle, which was a child-sized single-shot .22, I put a Coke can up on a fencepost, & kinda gave her a little "Dual" in how to shoot. Well, she caught on pretty quick, ker-plinked the Coke can off the post, & squealed w/delight. Big Fun. Found another can, maybe a gallon jug, filled it up w/water, she shot it, & Oh, Boy!! Instant Miami Vice explosion-Even if it was just water...Still, water & milk jug flew all over everywhere, & Jackie had an Extremely Large Time. I had fun showin' her how to do it, & kept her away from Mary Lou & her dad-and getting in their hair. All in all, an extremely pleasurable afternoon-One I've remembered fondly for, I guess, 25 years now...THAT'S what shootin' is all about, for me, anyway-Bringing a big smile to a child's face. Don't tell anyone, I gots a Reputation to uphold 'n' all, but when it comes to kids-especially little girls-I'm nothin' but a big ol' Teddy Bear, a softie, a push-over. Just ask Bethany...
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