well to my bewilderment this huge ole package was at my door. post marked that it had been shipped from the lone star state by TH to me.
I thought god I gotta use this stuff, so off to mesquite I went to the dairy farms looking for a dried up milkin cow. My Bud (El Machete') hooked me up with this nice lookin Bovine.kinda crazy lookin thing it was. got her in the trailer. she seemed mad. all the way home making this moo sound and pissin and crappin slippin and fallin she was mad I tell ya.
so I pull in to the shack and looked for a place to back up to and unload this ole mad a-- cow. I thought clothes line will work. so the cow would not help me, it was laying there with this froth all over it's mouth like a coon dawgs after a long run in de swamps.
I thought well I have ta kill it now.(the fun part) it took me well over an hour in the gun vault desidin what gun ta use.
then I saw my ole custom .458 win mag with express sights. and a box of monolithic solids weighin in at .500 grains. SWEET..well it was a well placed shot.right between the lookers she did not flinch (might have already been dead) but now I need a new axle for the trailer the bullet ricoshied off the axle and a new well pump is in order also, and have to go to the neighbors dawgs funeral. he thinks (because of the size of the wound) a burgaler hit him with a pick axe 50 or sixty times.( I said yea I thought I heard some one sneakin around he said you must have real good ears as I live half a mile from ya.)
more later have to go chase the buzzards and crackels off the gut pile.
I thought god I gotta use this stuff, so off to mesquite I went to the dairy farms looking for a dried up milkin cow. My Bud (El Machete') hooked me up with this nice lookin Bovine.kinda crazy lookin thing it was. got her in the trailer. she seemed mad. all the way home making this moo sound and pissin and crappin slippin and fallin she was mad I tell ya.
so I pull in to the shack and looked for a place to back up to and unload this ole mad a-- cow. I thought clothes line will work. so the cow would not help me, it was laying there with this froth all over it's mouth like a coon dawgs after a long run in de swamps.
I thought well I have ta kill it now.(the fun part) it took me well over an hour in the gun vault desidin what gun ta use.
then I saw my ole custom .458 win mag with express sights. and a box of monolithic solids weighin in at .500 grains. SWEET..well it was a well placed shot.right between the lookers she did not flinch (might have already been dead) but now I need a new axle for the trailer the bullet ricoshied off the axle and a new well pump is in order also, and have to go to the neighbors dawgs funeral. he thinks (because of the size of the wound) a burgaler hit him with a pick axe 50 or sixty times.( I said yea I thought I heard some one sneakin around he said you must have real good ears as I live half a mile from ya.)
more later have to go chase the buzzards and crackels off the gut pile.
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