Confession Time. On Friday, we shut down early. Things were slow. So when nobody was around at the end of the day, I went out into the parking lot, sat on the tailgate of my truck, and plinked with my childhood BB gun: The original Red Ryder my father bought me when I was 6 or maybe 8 years old.
That would make this gun, my first gun, over 40 years old. And you know what? I still like shooting it! Leaves, berries, those little helicopter seed things. No kidding, no fooling; I ran this old BB gun for at least an hour straight!
And I don’t feel the least bit bad about it. This is a habit I need to pick back up.
“Shooting Guns & Having Fun”