My father tells the story of a woman hunting on a ranch near Rock Springs, Texas, many years ago. Rainy weather, not much hunting, and little luck for those who went out. She headed home on Sunday afternoon. Had her .270 with her, in case she saw a deer on the way to the front gate a few miles from camp.
Hit a rock. Car bucked. Gun bumped. Gun went "Boom!". Transmission fell on ground.
In the middle of a bog hole of mud, in a narrow part of the roadway.
Tremendous decrease in "invitability" for next year.
, Art