Yeah, you had to sell all those Glocks and switch platforms. Should have left well enough aloneI shot a 1911 once and have regretted it ever since!
Wish I had been with you. I would have put a feather in your lunch box everyday until you ended up in a straight jacket.Story number one...
I was 9 years old, in 4th grade, in Alabama... I had a crossman bb gun in the shape of an M16. One afternoon, I was laying in the yard, proned out, like my granddaddy taught me and I sighted in on a big beautiful woodpecker. Pew! Got him.
I ran over and meticulously inspected him. I remember how beautiful his feathers were.
The next day, in Alabama History class, I opened my text book and there was a picture of the Alabama State Bird.... It was the same bird I had killed the day before.
I asked my teacher what would happen if someone hurt a state bird. She told us that they are protected by federal LE officers and they would prosecute anyone who hurt one.
For the next month, I was afraid that the FBI was going to come knock on my door and arrest me!
I’ve reached a conclusion.Wish I had been with you. I would have put a feather in your lunch box everyday until you ended up in a straight jacket.
I took a guy duck hunting on the Pamlico Sound. He shot and retrieved in the saw grass one hundred yards away. He shot and dropped again. We came together later he had a heron and a cormorant. Wanted to know what kind of ducks these were. I said “drop them in the grass and get in the boat. We are going to find a hunting book at the local store before tomorrow morning.”I shot a nest with a CO2 pellet rifle when I was a kid... daid baby birds fell to the ground.
I shot a mockingbird when I was dove hunting a few years later... was a mistake but I felt real bad about it 'cause of those daid baby birds earlier.
LMAO. That’s my boy Premise.I shot a werewolf once, but by the time I got to it, it had turned back into my neighbor's dog
I shot a huge robin with a BB gun when I was 13.
LMAO. That’s my boy Premise.
I shot a nest with a CO2 pellet rifle when I was a kid... daid baby birds fell to the ground.
I shot a mockingbird when I was dove hunting a few years later... was a mistake but I felt real bad about it 'cause of those daid baby birds earlier.
Let me get this right. You did a drive by shooting on a woodpecker, listen to Tupac rap, and have a whittle bitty nick scar from a ricochet. Man you got some damn straight up street cred now. Homey you are ready for Compton now.Story number two...
About 1995...
I was about 14. My older brother would have been 24.
He had a Ruger 6 shot revolver in .22, and my dad had a similar but much older one.
My brother had his revolver and I took my dad's revolver (without asking), and we walked about a mile from our house to shoot turtles and stumps in the creek down the road from our childhood home.
Along the way, we were talking about Tupac and rap music and gangsta rap, etc. We even joked about how "gang bangers" in the movies would hold their guns sideways when shooting.
After a couple of shots at the creek, my brother walked away to look for something else to shoot at.
I saw a steel street sign on a steel corrugated post. I said, "Jason, look at this! "
I held that revolver sideways like a gangster and shot that sign post from about 5 feet away. Even faster than i could react, I felt pain and looked down and saw that a piece of that bullet had ricocheted straight back and nicked my stomach about two inches below my belly button.
By the time we walked back home, the scratch had already stopped bleeding.
I put my dad's revolver back and I never shot a gun sideways again. I also never shot a sign again.
I still have a little scar...
Lol some of these animal stories are just kind of odd. I've never felt bad about shooting non domestic animals at all. I could careless about some wild dog or cat. I was talking to my buddy and his wife the other night he owns a real life farm. His wife bought a donkey a while back and it apparently bit one of the calves on the back and it had to be put down. So he shot the donkey. Then in college on his goat farm there were wild dogs that would kill goats. He said the best/luckiest shot he ever made in his life was about 150 yards at a dog that had been killing goats with a 12 gauge slug. Wasn't pretty is all he said. People that grow up on real farms are just different when it comes to those things.
Nah, I decided to go LEO instead. HahaLet me get this right. You did a drive by shooting on a woodpecker, listen to Tupac rap, and have a whittle bitty nick scar from a ricochet. Man you got some damn straight up street cred now. Homey you are ready for Compton now.
So that’s how it all starts. LMAONah, I decided to go LEO instead. Haha