Actually, there aren't! The first one was at a Ball held in the Argyll & Sutherland Highlanders and I was a guest - it was a contest for all attending - the military husbands and their wives, plus the guests. I had been on the rifle team at college so had a bit of an edge on the ladies - I think the guys were wobbling on purpose.
The second one was very simple, my ex, his friend, and I were playing skeet - it was my turn, and no matter what the angle, I hit the bird...no idea why, it just happened. Both men were thoroughly put out - both were horrible chauvinists (one still is!).
The third was because the daughter of the household that used to take me in for a month in the summer was a trick-rider with Christiani circus in the summer months when they came north - I got to ride the elephant because I was her friend. They are very prickly. Elephants.
Funny, just reading the first one of yours brought back a lot of memories all in a rush!! My mother had a .22 she had had since she was a young girl (like 60 years by the time she was living on our farm), and she was deadly with it. She'd aim out the upstairs bathroom window and plonk a red squirrel chattering on the branch of the elm tree dead on. She could even hit a groundhog from the bathroom window, and the beast's lair was about 50 - 60 yards away. On the other hand, if I tried to hit anything with it, I'd miss by a mile - the rifle barrel was so bent that the damn thing shot around corners - only mother could aim it. I often wished I could have stood in front of her and seen just how far to the right she had to aim in order to hit anything!! The subject kept us amused for years. I've also wondered what she did with it when she sold the farm, but try not to think about that very much!!
I would certainly think you're riding an elephant would be more impressive than those of us who rode a mechanical bull, hands down! Well, except you don't need a 'super duper pooper scooper' for a mechanical bull! Heh, heh, heh....
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The second one was very simple, my ex, his friend, and I were playing skeet - it was my turn, and no matter what the angle, I hit the bird...no idea why, it just happened. Both men were thoroughly put out - both were horrible chauvinists (one still is!).
The third was because the daughter of the household that used to take me in for a month in the summer was a trick-rider with Christiani circus in the summer months when they came north - I got to ride the elephant because I was her friend. They are very prickly. Elephants.
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'Have no fear,
Gramveerit's here!'
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