The annual Canajan expedition and goat roping is behind me now
And everyone survived and did well. We are bushed but we’re home, Max the beagledog is happy to be here, and life is back to normal again.
Most importantly, I’ve been reunited with my guns.
Seriously, it gave me a good deal of pleasure to nod off to sleep last night with my hand on the stock of Dad’s 870, to see the case for the double sitting in the corner, to know that the M1 was inches away from my head. I missed my bed, and I missed my dog, but damn, did I miss my guns.
I know the feeling. I don’t like being far from my shootin’ irons either.
It is really sad, but there are people who do not have that feeling.
I refer to them as monosynaptic drooling mouth breathers.
Gerry N.
You mean, morons?
I never go anywhere they can’t go.
Course that is getting harder and harder.
Og, you soppy ol’ bitter clinger you….
Heh…
BGM
We just had our alarm system upgraded last week. Like I told the installer, basically it’s just the early-warning system to wake me up in time to get to the shotgun under the bed.
I hate it when I have to go to Maryland and leave my guns behind. Free State my ass.
Y’all need to learn to give up your fears. If you weren’t a bunch of racists and afraid of people who want to kill you and take your stuff (potentially) you wouldn’t need guns. There are millions of victims every year that prove you can get by without guns. If they can do it, you can too.
(Where is that durned sarcasm tag?)
LOL, Yep you’re truly becoming an old fart! :-)