You'll shoot your eye out
Master
- Jan 21, 2011
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The kid brother lives out in the wild and they are shooting all the time. I go to see said brother and sure enough he and a couple of guys are shooting at a 2 liter soda bottle. These guys are all substantially younger than me and here I am tottering around with a stick to keep me from falling down, barely able to stand and two weeks out of cancer surgery.
These children (mid 40s) are shooting all around the jug but nobody is shooting ON the jug. I say "Ah-ha, what a bunch of tenderfoots! is anybody aiming at that or are you all just popping caps into the air? Of course this gets things going.
One guy I don't know says "At least we have guns, old man! What are YOU going to do, Knock the bottle down with your cane?" My kid brother spouts out (in spite of me waving him off) that he bets $100 that I DO have a gun. Here I am in sweat pants and a tee shirt. In order to keep my sweat pants ON I am therefore carrying my little 1968 model Rohm derringer, and am ashamed to produce it.
After maybe 5 minutes of haranguing and harassment I go ahead an pull out my little derringer. "AAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Everybody is falling all around the place laughing, telling my brother " I though you said he had a GUN!" And "Have gun, will travel! He's Paladin" and NO! He's James West" and "Go ahead POPS..... Shoot at the bottle!".
I am thinking, "Damn! Now I'm in a spot". I'm thinking that I got about an inch of barrel past the .38 special bullet......... And the pop bottle is about 50 feet away....... $#!+....... They're hollering " Come on pops! Show us what you got! What, is that a .22? you better get closer!"
Here goes..... I reach out, derringer at arms length. I take a perfect sight picture...... Exhale a bit, RAISE THE GUN UP ABOUT 15 DEGREES (one inch of rifling, 50 foot range, I don't want it to drop to the ground 10 feet before the target) and squeezed the trigger.
BAM!, what a loud shot. I forgot how loud that short .38 was. Everybody was expecting a .22, they all stopped and stared. THE COKE WAS DOWN AND SPRAYING ALL OVER THE PLACE! Nobody was as surprised as me, but I never showed it. "You gotta be kidding me!" and "No friggin way" was said and eyes were big and round.
"Holy crap, you can't do it again!" a guy said. I answered "I just put your Berettas and Glocks into the dirt with a $15 gun........ Why do I need to do it AGAIN?" There was no way I was going to fire that second bullet and expose myself as a fraud. I told the kids that an old guy knows to retire while he is on top. I went on home.
My brother called me late that night telling me that his friends couldn't stop marveling and talking about it. Everyone saw that I had raised the barrel and lobbed the bullet in like a mortar round. My brother told them that I was just that good. Thankfully he never asked me if it was just a fluke, He just let it ride.
I am thinking that now I may have to never shoot again. It's all down hill now.
These children (mid 40s) are shooting all around the jug but nobody is shooting ON the jug. I say "Ah-ha, what a bunch of tenderfoots! is anybody aiming at that or are you all just popping caps into the air? Of course this gets things going.
One guy I don't know says "At least we have guns, old man! What are YOU going to do, Knock the bottle down with your cane?" My kid brother spouts out (in spite of me waving him off) that he bets $100 that I DO have a gun. Here I am in sweat pants and a tee shirt. In order to keep my sweat pants ON I am therefore carrying my little 1968 model Rohm derringer, and am ashamed to produce it.
After maybe 5 minutes of haranguing and harassment I go ahead an pull out my little derringer. "AAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Everybody is falling all around the place laughing, telling my brother " I though you said he had a GUN!" And "Have gun, will travel! He's Paladin" and NO! He's James West" and "Go ahead POPS..... Shoot at the bottle!".
I am thinking, "Damn! Now I'm in a spot". I'm thinking that I got about an inch of barrel past the .38 special bullet......... And the pop bottle is about 50 feet away....... $#!+....... They're hollering " Come on pops! Show us what you got! What, is that a .22? you better get closer!"
Here goes..... I reach out, derringer at arms length. I take a perfect sight picture...... Exhale a bit, RAISE THE GUN UP ABOUT 15 DEGREES (one inch of rifling, 50 foot range, I don't want it to drop to the ground 10 feet before the target) and squeezed the trigger.
BAM!, what a loud shot. I forgot how loud that short .38 was. Everybody was expecting a .22, they all stopped and stared. THE COKE WAS DOWN AND SPRAYING ALL OVER THE PLACE! Nobody was as surprised as me, but I never showed it. "You gotta be kidding me!" and "No friggin way" was said and eyes were big and round.
"Holy crap, you can't do it again!" a guy said. I answered "I just put your Berettas and Glocks into the dirt with a $15 gun........ Why do I need to do it AGAIN?" There was no way I was going to fire that second bullet and expose myself as a fraud. I told the kids that an old guy knows to retire while he is on top. I went on home.
My brother called me late that night telling me that his friends couldn't stop marveling and talking about it. Everyone saw that I had raised the barrel and lobbed the bullet in like a mortar round. My brother told them that I was just that good. Thankfully he never asked me if it was just a fluke, He just let it ride.
I am thinking that now I may have to never shoot again. It's all down hill now.
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