it was mind boggling. I'm not the best wing shooter by a long shot, but the muzzle of my Benelli was nearly touching the dang bird and I still missed all three times.
In a way though, I was just happy to see some duck, it vindicated a fair amount of work I've put into that spot though.
However, my sister refusing to make biscuits was simply unacceptable. I had company over after all.
"Growing up as both a Southern and the son of a child of the '50s, I was imprinted with several things that have long stuck with me. The F-86 Saber Jet was the finest fighter ever flown, the National League is always superior, and Leslie Coffelt
was the finest revovler shooter since Mr. Ed."