Today it was time to off another of Landlady’s Brahma cocks. She said I could have one of the smaller ones from her flock, and I waited until I had nice fresh stew ingredients. I don’t get meat very often these days and it’s a bit of an occasion.
And then I got careless, and for the first time a doomed chicken escaped. I guess it was inevitable. Without fencing, I couldn’t get close enough to recapture the little bastard.
Which is, of course, one reason Uncle Joel carries a gun.
When your only tool is a gun, every problem looks like a target.
Even at my best, which was many years ago, I was never a world-class shot. But at my worst I can certainly headshot a bird at five or ten yards when a chicken dinner is at stake.
Oh my stars! With a .44? You are absolutely a great shot, Joel. Hat’s off to you, indeed. 🙂
Shooting skills aside, that has to make you smile from the eyesight standpoint.
Not really. In a way it just points my vision problems out to me, because I retrained to shoot pistols left-eye so long ago I don’t have to remember to do it anymore.
‘… one reason Uncle Joel carries a gun.”
Ya know… if that guy followed your lead instead of toting that hatchet, Chicken Run would have been a very different movie.
Shorter, too.