Wrong pew.
You stand in front of your tool box. "Which tool... which tool... Shotgun." Sometimes you grab a pistol. On occasion, you may get on a 17HMR or heaver varmint gun kick. Most times, it's a 22. Sometimes, its what's in season that dictates the tool. You head out the back door off into the woods on foot or the 4 wheeler. Sometimes it works out and you have the right tool for the job. Most times for me, its the wrong girl to bring to the dance. Tonight was no exception. I grabbed the shotgun, secured it to the gun rack and headed back into the woods on the 4 wheeler for a putt around thinking I may get lucky and find a early shed before the little antler chewing demons do.
I enjoy a slow putt in the woods this time of year. As I came into a open field looking west, the view was beautiful. Irregular mounds of snow laying down the tall grass an prickers to a broken roller-coaster. Dozen and dozens of small open-faced caves made of snow and weeds. Bunny heaven. . . The sun a couple of hours from setting, starting to display a texture of shadows in the church like view. . . Deer tracks from last night crossing in front of me andagoddamcoyotenot40yardsinfrontofme!!!!SoB!!!
I grab for my trusty tool and stop in mid reach. a shotgun... I brought, a shotgun.
It COULD have been a rifle... It could have even been a excellent handgun shot when he stopped at 60 yards for 4-5 seconds on that mound...But Nooooooo. I had a shotgun with #6 high brass.
Right church, wrong pew.
You stand in front of your tool box. "Which tool... which tool... Shotgun." Sometimes you grab a pistol. On occasion, you may get on a 17HMR or heaver varmint gun kick. Most times, it's a 22. Sometimes, its what's in season that dictates the tool. You head out the back door off into the woods on foot or the 4 wheeler. Sometimes it works out and you have the right tool for the job. Most times for me, its the wrong girl to bring to the dance. Tonight was no exception. I grabbed the shotgun, secured it to the gun rack and headed back into the woods on the 4 wheeler for a putt around thinking I may get lucky and find a early shed before the little antler chewing demons do.
I enjoy a slow putt in the woods this time of year. As I came into a open field looking west, the view was beautiful. Irregular mounds of snow laying down the tall grass an prickers to a broken roller-coaster. Dozen and dozens of small open-faced caves made of snow and weeds. Bunny heaven. . . The sun a couple of hours from setting, starting to display a texture of shadows in the church like view. . . Deer tracks from last night crossing in front of me andagoddamcoyotenot40yardsinfrontofme!!!!SoB!!!
I grab for my trusty tool and stop in mid reach. a shotgun... I brought, a shotgun.
It COULD have been a rifle... It could have even been a excellent handgun shot when he stopped at 60 yards for 4-5 seconds on that mound...But Nooooooo. I had a shotgun with #6 high brass.
Right church, wrong pew.
