This is for my wonderful girlfriend
Only because she thinks people like me whom she refers to as hicks need to hunt in order to eat....
True story
My dad after dinner begins to tell me this wonderful story. This man he works with has a 100+ acres of land and lives with his wife. This man is 5'6' about 240 and very easy going/laid back. He comes home one day and his wife states: "I got another one, it's number 105, I told ya that after last year there would be no more squirells in the yard." (Last year a squirell had bitten the power line and they were with out power for 3 days.)He came home the following day and in each corner by each window there was a gun propped. The next day he tells my father another story... The man again tells his story: I came home last night and when I walk in the door my wife begins "Ya know the cat is getting pretty old, it's about 7 years now". He replies questioning where the cat was... She answers "The fucking bastard shit on the bed, I had ENOUGH! I grabbed the shotgun, threw the cat in the air and blew it to pieces". Now this past Monday, He tells my father... My wife did it again. I go home to feed the dog (they had a beagal)... Im trying to get it to eat, calling it he finally pokes it and it falls over. He walks back in the house, honey what happened to the dog. She replies "I told you I hate dogs that howl all damn day."... Sure enough he goes outside and the dog has a bullet hole right between the eyes. She shot it from the kitchen window.
What I gained from this story: NEVER TRUST A WOMAN WHO CAN SHOOT A GUN AND EASILY GETS ANNOYED.
For Lisa: Ok so maybe we (this area) have plenty of guns and we hunt, BUT WE DONT EAT IT, grocery stores do sell food and meat ;)
Disclaimer: Yes I do own guns, I only have alittle over 3 acres, I haven't hunted in awhile AND I would never think to shoot my pets
True story
My dad after dinner begins to tell me this wonderful story. This man he works with has a 100+ acres of land and lives with his wife. This man is 5'6' about 240 and very easy going/laid back. He comes home one day and his wife states: "I got another one, it's number 105, I told ya that after last year there would be no more squirells in the yard." (Last year a squirell had bitten the power line and they were with out power for 3 days.)He came home the following day and in each corner by each window there was a gun propped. The next day he tells my father another story... The man again tells his story: I came home last night and when I walk in the door my wife begins "Ya know the cat is getting pretty old, it's about 7 years now". He replies questioning where the cat was... She answers "The fucking bastard shit on the bed, I had ENOUGH! I grabbed the shotgun, threw the cat in the air and blew it to pieces". Now this past Monday, He tells my father... My wife did it again. I go home to feed the dog (they had a beagal)... Im trying to get it to eat, calling it he finally pokes it and it falls over. He walks back in the house, honey what happened to the dog. She replies "I told you I hate dogs that howl all damn day."... Sure enough he goes outside and the dog has a bullet hole right between the eyes. She shot it from the kitchen window.
What I gained from this story: NEVER TRUST A WOMAN WHO CAN SHOOT A GUN AND EASILY GETS ANNOYED.
For Lisa: Ok so maybe we (this area) have plenty of guns and we hunt, BUT WE DONT EAT IT, grocery stores do sell food and meat ;)
Disclaimer: Yes I do own guns, I only have alittle over 3 acres, I haven't hunted in awhile AND I would never think to shoot my pets