I was an “old hand” around guns before I started grade school, thanks to my Fanner 50 cap pistol and daily TV doses of the "Foreman Scotty" television show. But my Cowboy world expanded exponentially when Bill, my sister Lynn’s future husband, started taking me hunting when I was 7 or 8.
I did not like it at all in the beginning, because there were RULES about everything!
You had to treat EVERY gun like it was loaded. You NEVER carried a loaded gun over a fence! You ONLY aimed at something you planned to shoot. And you NEVER talked back to Bill.
It almost took all the fun out of shooting stuff. But I have to admit that the lessons had some pretty hysterical moments, too.
Bill delivered one of them on a hunting date with Lynn who, it's important to mention, stood 5’1” and "weighed as much as a popcorn fart", according to Bill.
After all the big safety stalks, Bill finally handed his Browning 12-gauge to Lynn and told her to shoot at an old squirrel nest that was way up high in a blackjack tree. She was standing on a steep hill at the time.
When she pulled the trigger, Bill's semi-automatic shotgun kicked like a mule and knocked her straight backwards, exactly as planned. Bill, who was right behind, caught her with one hand and his shotgun with the other, just like John Wayne or something...
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