I wouldn't want you'll to think that this blog was becoming domesticated, what with all these recipes and such.
I've got a call into my friend, DT, who showed me how to shoot a gun for the first time a while back. I admit that I haven't gone out and gotten one so that I could carry it around with me since Ohio passed that concealed-carry law. And I haven't been hunting or target-shooting, either. Or fondling one, either.
DT and his son, Rusty (what other name could you think of for a country boy), were amazed at how good a shot I was when I was out with them ... I figure (that's country-talk, ain't it?) that DT and I could saddle up and take a Virgin Atlantic flight, one on which the pilot isn't sloshed, over to Europe and do us some Nazi-hunting.
Hermann Goering let a couple raccoons loose over there in Nazi Germany. Now, there are so many raccoons around, the Germans want to enlist someone to hunt them down.
I'm game. I like Rusty's rifle -- he'll let me borrow it.
Posted by Bill at March 9, 2004 10:44 AMhow do you find these things? i really want to know. really.
Posted by: stacey at March 9, 2004 04:14 PMI've got to tell the Hunter about this. He'll probably be on the next flight out to Germany.
Posted by: TW at March 9, 2004 05:05 PMFirst of all, to be taken seriously as a good ole boy you gotta say "figger" not "figure."
Posted by: Philip at March 9, 2004 07:01 PMI'd like to see you get a gut on the plane.... Christian wasn't checked before his flight when he was sat in his wheel-chair.
Posted by: Anji at March 10, 2004 05:01 AMI maen gun not gut
Posted by: Anji at March 10, 2004 05:01 AM