Ain't nothing going on but the rent. I might have to advertise... or worse... like get a job.
I got busted shooting groundhogs at the horse farm today. At first I got out the .22 mag but heard some people so I got the .22 air. I missed the bastard cause somebody was twisting around with the scope the other day when we were shooting each with Roman Candles.
So this lady drives by, starts looking at me and slows down. I was shooting into an embankment, no chance of hitting anybody, she was behind me. I lower my weapon of mass destruction, smile and wave, she takes off like a bat out of hell. It was about seven thirty eastern so I sat down , drank a few more beers, listened to the silence then went to watch my kid get her ass handed to her at the softball game.
The owner of the farm called to asked if it was me with the gun, I said it was, she told me the lady was freaking out but to keep shooting the vermin as much as I can. No big deal , I can understand the lady's upset. Boy did I scare the hell out of her. She's probably on Facebook right now telling about how she saw a man in Crocs going on a shooting spree and voting.
The one end of the tennis court where I park my trucks is a tiered wall of dirt about 25-30 feet high and on top of it there is another 15 feet of bramble and trees. I sit at the other end while the hogs go across the lower levels of the tiers, its a ****ing dream. You can't buy this sort of thing, if you could it would cost thousands.
But get this: I pulled some old jumps out of the trash heap and set them up. I got this horse chick that is gonna saddle me up on this horse ( I think his name is Diablo or some ****, I dunno) and I am gonna jump this ************.
