My Husband "Subvet" says that when our first son "Sonshine" was born the sun rose on our world, when our second son "Gator" was born the sun laughed and when our daughter "Sugars" was born all the flowers bloomed. That says it all.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
It's about learning how to dance in the rain."

Your mind is the garden, your
thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds. — William

Monday, August 6, 2007

I'm baaaaack!!!!!

Hi there folks. I'm gonna keep this one short since I have a TON of your reading to catch up on :-)

If you've been reading this silly blog for very long you'll know that I have a "quirky" sense of humor and sometimes things strike me as funny that other people "don't get." Here's something from this weekend that struck me as simply hilarious.

OK, y'all all know that I've been talking a lot lately about our new gun and all the associated issues (I like that word, nice and generic) with getting it.

Over the weekend I learned that my 83 year old Grandaddy qualified for the Florida Concealed Handgun License 3 months ago and until his death carried a .357. Why Fla? Apparently it's the most difficult and as such is recognized in all 50 states, which is funny since other than Sugars' baptism he never left Louisiana.

Seems that he out-shot everyone else in his CHL class. Only 2 outside of the bull's eye, those two only just outside the line.

Now, we know that he was a sharpshooter in WWII, but how on earth did he continue to be able to shoot that well??

That's the hilarious part.


Yup, squirrels.

My grandmother had a bunch of bird feeders set up around their back porch and she hated for the squirrels to come and eat the birdseed. Grandaddy had a pump action air rifle (BB's) that he kept by the sliding glass door and anytime there was a squirrel he'd shoot at it. "Just to scare it off." He told me. HAHA. He even kept using that rifle after he broke the stock off it.

I always wondered WHAT he was feeding to the black bobcat (which he thought was a panther) who lived in the woods just past his back fence.


Diane J. said...

If it was winter time, I'd have fought the bobcat for those squirrels. I love me some fried squirrel. I think I have some in the freezer. Might have to fry some up with some gravy and biscuits soon...

Glad y'all are back safely, and that you have some happy memories of your Grandpa.

Love and hugs,


mcewen said...

Visiting from Big White Hat - So educate me! What does the BB in BB gun stand for?

MightyMom said...

Hi McEwen!!! I'm so glad you stopped by! I've been by your place a number of times and really enjoy hearing all about your kids. I actually don't know what BB stands for. If I were to guess, I'd say Ball Bearing. Let's see what the other folks come up with!!

Diane, never had fried squirrel. Does it taste like chicken??
Apparently Grandaddy could have kept your freezer full! heeheehee.

MightyMom said...

mcewen, here you go:

BB guns are a type of air gun designed to fire usually spherical projectiles, called BBs after the Birdshot pellet of approximately the same size. They can also be pointed, but these are usually used for bird hunting. "BB" in this case stands for "Ballistic Ball".

This is from Wikipedia online.
So, now we know, thanks for asking!! I love learning new stuff.