That Xmas day those many years ago when my older brother got his first BB gun. Oh happy days!! I was the one who definitely needed one but now at least there was one closer by than Dad's real one that couldn't be touched.
It was cold and quite a bit of snow around and we were bundled up good when he and I went out to shoot this thing. That's what I thought anyway. There was shooting going on alright but not by me. Come on "Let me shoot it" I'd say and the answer was always "No". This was pissing me off. Finally after a long time and a dozen at least rejections the moment came.
Brother said he needed to set up some targets in the cornfield and while he did that I could stay on the lane and "hold it". I remember this like it was yesterday. He gets out there and it's "You're gonna dance! Now start dancing" Plink shooting close to his feet that are protected by 5-bucklers and other stuff underneath that. He's yelling "Don't shoot don't shoot" plink closer to him. I'm laughing my ass off like I am now - "Start dancing" and he kinda does seem worried. There were several Westerns on the tube in the early 50's and people were made to dance by the bad guys a fair amount so I knew how to do it.
He eventually got shot in the side of his boot above the ankle. If he would have just let me shoot when I asked or danced like he should have this accident would not have happened. To get 'em to start dancing sometimes you have to shoot closer each time and people get shot yes they do.
The wail my brother let out and all that long way to the house too one would have thought he would have bled out with in a few yards and never made it there to safety. There was no blood or mark or nothing. The only hurt was getting shot with your own gun you just got on Xmas day.
You know what's coming. I took my time and shot all the BB's in the gun. Got spanked real hard and yes it was worth it.
Have a good one.
That's a great Christmas story and memory, you rapscallion, you. Yes, sometimes our misbehavior has been well worth it. Have a Good one!
ReplyDeleteMy parents never would buy me a BB gun. Oh, how I longed for a Daisy Red Ryder!
ReplyDeleteUp at the local local hardware store a Red Ryder will set ya back 44 smacks.
ReplyDeleteSometime ago I picked one of these up and was surprised at how much power it had. You could actually use the sights a bit. I always watched the BB and adjusted accordingly.
Sorry you missed out. At least you can say you never shot anyone with a BB gun anyway.
lol, thanks and Merry Christmas love!
ReplyDeletehahahah...that's the funniest dag gum story. Yep, sometimes a spanking is worth it. Why didn't he dance??? hahaha!!! Merry Christmas
ReplyDeleteIn my maturity, Fly, I'll have to settle for collecting Red Ryder and Little Beaver movies, starring Wild Bill Elliott and Bobby Blake.
ReplyDeleteThank you ladies and the same back at you a whole day late.
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