Here's what we did Christmas afternoon .... We Texans know how to have fun! Actually, this is a regular occurance here in Texas especially, and in most Southern states - don't tangle with us Southerners - we're loaded for bear. We're BUBBAS and proud of it!!! If ya don't got guns, trucks with a gun-rack, four-wheelers and a turkey fryer, you ain't got nuttin'! Oh yeah - AND a big chaw!
Here's my guys, Adam, Daddy and Tony. Don't they look menacing? Don't let these sweet faces kid you - you cross one of 'em, all three turn into raging bulls! You don't mess with them or their family. If you look in the dictionary under the term, "bubba", you'll see one or more of these guys. I'm proud of every fightin' pound of 'em. Daddy threw together this little shootin' table a few weeks so they could practice with their rifles, pistols and shotguns. My Dad used to be a sharpshooter. I remember when I was a kid, he'd load up the family and we'd go to these tournaments and watch all these guys like Daddy compete in shootin'. He had trophies and medals galore on the shelves at home. Guess that's where my other son Josh gets his eagle eye from. He can shoot stuff so far off with such deadly accuracy that it cannot be seen with the naked eye. When he was a little kid, he said he wanted to be a sniper...
Safety first, of course --- we gotta wear the "ear muffs" ya know... here's Dad going first. Oh cool, I just notice that I caught his little puff of smoke as he fired. Cool!
Here's Tony going second...
And of course, my oldest - Adam. Then I get my turn, too. I like shootin'. It's good to get familiar with a gun and how it works. It's good NOT to be scared of them, but to respect them. Nowadays, you can't be too careful in having protection for you and your family - especially if you live out in the country.
Now here's me. Look at that superior stance. Look at the legs braced exactly the right distance apart. Look at the right arm locked into position so as to control the kick - let your shoulder take the impact - otherwise if you're elbow's not locked, the gun tip can shoot UP a bit. Look at the left hand helping brace the right shootin' hand on the butt of the pistol - the concentration - the determination - the frizzy hair. I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE. You think some "hoodlum" fixing to mug me is going to think I'm "packin" ? I DON'T THINK SO!
Now we get the rifles out. I actually like shootin' with rifles more than pistols. I'm much deadlier with a 30 aught 6 or a 12 guage or a 243 (which is my favorite).
All kidding aside - I don't mean to be flip about guns. We are VERY safe. We've been taught gun safety since birth. There's nothing wrong with guns or owning guns or hunting for food. It's only when you don't know what you're doing with them or they fall into the wrong hands that they become dangerous. We've been taught to hunt and eat what we kill, not to kill just for sport.
I was raised on wild game - venison, turkey, dove, quail, squirrel, rabbit, pheasant, duck and of course fish. Wild game meat is my favorite. I used to tease my dad and my dates that I didn't even know what steak was until I started dating!
I hope ya'll are having a Fabulous New Year's so far and that the Good Lord blesses 2010 for each one of you with love, joy in Christ, health and much much happiness - all my dear blogging friends!
