Wood Bore Wars
Posted: 20 Apr 2018 22:07
Every now and then opportunity presents itself to have a little fun. Such was the case this afternoon while I was working on the dog kennel in attempts to keep Daisy from climbing out and eating any more chickens. A wood bore became WAY TO ANNOYING. Sure, I could have grab the bug stray or picked up a tennis racket, but I could hear my Ruger Bearcat begging to come out and play.
With the deliberation of Josey Wales I loaded all 6 chambers with rat-shot. Music from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly was playing in my head as I stepped out into the yard at high noon, determined to rid this yard of those buzzing scoundrels.
I will admit that I missed the first 3 shots. In the heat of buzzing wings and buzzing bullets, I didn’t get my front sight in the rear notch properly. I shot high. But, those shot were close enough to send yellow streak down their fuzzy backside.
I took advantage of lull in the fight to reload. I spun the cylinder and closed the loading gate just as 3 ruffian bees came flying by. They were flying and fighting is a tight ball. I’m guessing it was argument over a card game of slap yellow jack(et) or a dance hall honey bee. At the crack of my trusty six gun, all three fell to the ground. Bad Bart Bee got airborne again, but drop within 6 feet, succumbing to his wounds.
I noticed bees coming to check out Bart’s lifeless body. I shot one who showed some attitude. Two bees got into a fight over Bart; about 2 feet over him to be exact. I believe they were fighting over his bee-bee gun. My Bearcat growled and both hit the dirt.
When the chambers were emptied, 9 wood bore laid belly up. Peace was restored in my backyard. I spat on Bart as I reloaded.
Sheriff Buzz-Kill
With the deliberation of Josey Wales I loaded all 6 chambers with rat-shot. Music from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly was playing in my head as I stepped out into the yard at high noon, determined to rid this yard of those buzzing scoundrels.
I will admit that I missed the first 3 shots. In the heat of buzzing wings and buzzing bullets, I didn’t get my front sight in the rear notch properly. I shot high. But, those shot were close enough to send yellow streak down their fuzzy backside.
I took advantage of lull in the fight to reload. I spun the cylinder and closed the loading gate just as 3 ruffian bees came flying by. They were flying and fighting is a tight ball. I’m guessing it was argument over a card game of slap yellow jack(et) or a dance hall honey bee. At the crack of my trusty six gun, all three fell to the ground. Bad Bart Bee got airborne again, but drop within 6 feet, succumbing to his wounds.
I noticed bees coming to check out Bart’s lifeless body. I shot one who showed some attitude. Two bees got into a fight over Bart; about 2 feet over him to be exact. I believe they were fighting over his bee-bee gun. My Bearcat growled and both hit the dirt.
When the chambers were emptied, 9 wood bore laid belly up. Peace was restored in my backyard. I spat on Bart as I reloaded.
Sheriff Buzz-Kill