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Originally Posted by flipper35
Do you really think Jeff doesn't have a secondary handy?
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Ha ha - I love it. When my two boys were but young pups, it did in fact come down to this, right there in front of them...
We had a bird feeder hanging on a tree in the front yard in those days. One day, both of the little grunions came running up, all excited at the sighting of a rat on the bird feeder. So, in defense of hearth and home (and to play it up a bit for a couple of really excited kids), I grabbed the mighty Sheridan as they watched through the front window, from the safety of the living room.
Apparently the rifle was not enough for them, and before I went outside, they expressed concern over the prospect of their father being charged by a wounded rat, with no time reload. They insisted I bring a sidearm to the fray, so I grabbed my Sheridan pneumatic pistol, loading it and sticking it in my waistband. Now I was more than ready for whatever fate had in store...
Darn good thing I heeded their advice, too. The rifle knocked the little varmint right off the feeder, but did not kill him. He hit the ground and headed straight for me... The pistol was drawn, and I nailed him right through the top of his head right off the toe of my boot. I've been their hero ever since.
Truth be told, the little rat bastard was dead before he hit the ground. He just hadn't gotten the memo. And, it was the purest of blind ass luck I didn't shoot my own toe. But the boys didn't have to know any of that...