The Boondocks by Aaron McGruder for February 08, 2010

My late girlfriend came charging out of the farmhouse with nothing on but a denim skirt. She raised a 22 and shot a pheasant out of the air. While I was boiling water to pluck it, she ripped out the breast with her bare hands. There she stood,barefoot, blood all over her naked breast, a raw hunk of meat dripping in her hand and an unforgettable smile on her face. I have not had a firearm in my house since that day.

Wow, Lewreader, quite a picture you paint. Was there an “nor the woman who owned it” unsaid ending? Hope she wasn’t the Fatal Attraction type. If so, there must have been some interesting nightmares forthcoming!

I would have asked, “is that pheasant big enough for both of us?”

yeh, the tower on the university of texas campus offers a practically unrestricted lane of shooting on a variety of moving targets, I understand….. bring your own ammunition and weapons for a rollicking good time!

I have a vintage 30-06 that I inherited from Dad. Not being a gun nut and with no male heirs, I want to keep this in the family. I may give it to a half brother if he has a son. Then, All I have left is a 20 ga mossberg with birdshot for home defense.

One of my neighbors called the law on another. All he was doing was shooting the birds off his grapevines.