What a mess
Today I was doing all kinds of things. I had to drive down to the bay area to meet my ex to get some stocks signed over to me.
I had to put a shotgun back together for some jerk who took it apart then, put it back together worng and fired it. Turning it into a useless piece of shit. It is an old Browning B-80, a semi-automatic, and would be a great gun to teach a kid to shoot skeet with. (I bought a used Winchester 1100 for my son to learn). But this jerk didn't know what he was doing and so now it's only a single shot shot gun. He didn't realize what the recoil guide, on the back of the blolt carriage was for and didn't put in the propper position. I called him up, he's been hasseling me about getting it back and complained when I ordered some parts for it, and told him to come and pick up the useless piece of shit and go dump it in the river.
I was doing laundry, sweeping and vaucuming the floor ( I hate to vacum) and started to mop the floor when I heard my sister yell and fall in the shower (There are grab bars in the shower). She had a sizure and missed the handle. I ran into help her and got her to her feet, checked to make sure she was alright and then returned to the kitchen to continue to mop. SHIT!!! I forgot to turn off the water before I ran into help her so my hardword floor was getting a bath.
I ran and got every towel in the house and started throwing them on the floor and then my sister came in and started putting them down as well. We got the floor as dry as we coluld and then I carried the soggy towels to the laundry room to wash and dry. I put our a floor fan, turned on the celing fan and took a shop vac and am using the exhaust port as a fan and then I told her we were going out to dinner.
The shop vac is so noisy I don't know how much sleep I'll get tonight. I'm thinking I get a pair of ear plugs from my shooting gear and use them. After dinner I went to an AA meeting and vented about being pissed off at some guy in the program and told my story of woe.
At least, I think, the insurance will cover the floor if it gets warped but I don't want to go through that again.
The Holiday's sucked for me. They always do. But I made it through them and now I'm feeling better. I went wild trukey hunting and duck hunting and didn't get any turkey but I got a few ducks.
My ex told me Lester wanted to go hunting with me so I'll start hunting phesant and grouse and quail next fall. Only problem is, neither one of us have a dog.
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Added on: 02/03/08 01:05
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paulh50 |
 
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Yeah, the guy is a real dud. Now he doesn't even want to pick up the shot gun.
Kotikk,
I usually hunt ducks out at a place called the Sutter Bypass. It, usually, floods during the winter.
I generally hunt "Upland Birds", pheasant, quail, doves, wild turkery, chuckar and grouse.
I only hunt for food, I don't do "Sport" hunting. Every thing I shoot I eat. Goes back to my living on the farm. We supplemented our diet with food that we hunted.
If I want to shoot for sport I shoot at targets, Skeet and Sporting Clays.
Posted on: 02/06/08 01:56
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Letusdoit |
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He is a real dude!
Posted on: 02/04/08 17:56
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Kotikkk |
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Hm...And where do you usually go hunting?
What kinds of animals?
Posted on: 02/04/08 10:32
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