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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Oral Roberts who wrote (167842)	10/13/2008 3:46:39 PM
From: PatiBob	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Rabbit I like. Squirrel I don't care for.

To: Oral Roberts who wrote (167842)	10/13/2008 7:24:43 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Years ago I hunted squirrels in some old timber with two friends. I'm sitting there thinking why aren't these guys shooting. So I popped 5 squirrels as fast as I could all around them. Bam, bam, bam, stuff two more in and bam bam. I was wearing YELLOW shooting glasses and could see what they couldn't. Rubbing a nickle across the edge of a new quarter makes a chirp like a squirrel. I used to hunt squirrels in a timber owned by 3 old single guys. They made money by selling booze to kids. Not upscale people. One day when I was leaving a woman left the house saying I have to get back to the whore house. I was a 16 year old virgin and that got my attention. Price was higher than I had so she suggested a shooting match. Guys wanted a chicken for supper, my gun against a freebee, first one to shoot a chicken in the head won. She missed and I hit. She was pretty, about 30 and it happened with her leaning against the house standing and wearing a dress with a flower print. And it was quick. God, to be 16 again.