Fred Fuller
Moderator Emeritus
Looked at the weather radar first thing upon getting up this AM, could see we had some showers moving inland from down Myrtle Beach way. So when my wife got up a bit later I warned her it looked as if we were due some rain. So she took the dogs out for a morning romp in the dry while I started working on home fries and a ham and cheese omelette for breakfast.
She got the dogs back in and fed, meanwhile I had the home fries sizzling away in the big cast iron skillet, the ham and cheese cubed up and ready, an onion coarse chopped and some fresh garlic standing by. The other skillet was warming to get ready for the omelette as soon as the 'tatersnonions got nearly done.
There commenced a ruckus outside which set our dogs to barking and caused my wife to check outside the door. Sounded like some critter was getting killed. Sure enough, our neighbor's pair of bulldogs and a couple of little yappers had beset one of said neighbor's goats and were trying to drag it down, about 150 yards away in his pasture across the fence. Wife commenced to orbit at high speed, and I told her to get on the phone to the neighbor's while I donned rain gear (it had started drizzling) and put on shoes. Before I got there she went and opened our gate, then hopped in her car and took off down there.
Meanwhile I grabbed the little single shot 20 gauge from behind the door and scooped up a handful of 7 1/2s from the box by the gun. Soon as I got within sight of the ruckus, I fired into the air and commenced yelling at the dogs. No use, so I reloaded the gun and drew down on them and fired again. Too far away to have any effect so I got in my truck and bailed off down there too. Note that all our fences are electric and so are the neighbor's, you want to go somewhere around here, you go through the gates unless you like getting your eyeballs fried.
Got down there right behind my wife, who had grabbed her trusty Cold Steel sjambok on the way out and was yelling at the dogs to let go the goat and get home. I reloaded the gun just in case and followed her into the pasture, also yelling at the dogs. Neighbor's goat, neighbor's dogs, couldn't very well shoot the dogs so we scared them off, got the injured goat penned up where the dogs couldn't get to it and got it a bucket of water. It was losing some blood from shredded ears and a couple of bites on its nose but seemed in reasonably good shape all things considered, we had gotten there soon enough to do it some good.
Meanwhile it had started raining briskly. I did what I could to shelter the little shotgun under my jacket but it did little good. By the time I got back to the truck water was beaded all over the gun and running off in streams. But this little gun had gotten the usual heavy coat of Johnson's paste wax before getting propped behind the door the last time. When I got it home I wiped it down with a clean dry towel and field stripped it, drying as I went- it was still beading water. Then I finished cooking breakfast.
After we ate, I spent a few minutes with the hair dryer and got the little gun's insides bone dry. I put a smidgen of Ballistol in the necessary places and put it back together, ran an oily mop down the bore and wiped down the exterior with another coat of wax. Then behind the door it went, ready for the next small pest to appear (the 870s are for BIG pests and are kept out of sight).
Y'all still running blued steel guns, ought to get yourselves a can of Johnson's paste wax at the supermarket. I've been using it on wood and blued steel for better than 40 years now, since my gran'daddy told me to. It works good as a preservative and polishes up nice when you want things shiny.
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She got the dogs back in and fed, meanwhile I had the home fries sizzling away in the big cast iron skillet, the ham and cheese cubed up and ready, an onion coarse chopped and some fresh garlic standing by. The other skillet was warming to get ready for the omelette as soon as the 'tatersnonions got nearly done.
There commenced a ruckus outside which set our dogs to barking and caused my wife to check outside the door. Sounded like some critter was getting killed. Sure enough, our neighbor's pair of bulldogs and a couple of little yappers had beset one of said neighbor's goats and were trying to drag it down, about 150 yards away in his pasture across the fence. Wife commenced to orbit at high speed, and I told her to get on the phone to the neighbor's while I donned rain gear (it had started drizzling) and put on shoes. Before I got there she went and opened our gate, then hopped in her car and took off down there.
Meanwhile I grabbed the little single shot 20 gauge from behind the door and scooped up a handful of 7 1/2s from the box by the gun. Soon as I got within sight of the ruckus, I fired into the air and commenced yelling at the dogs. No use, so I reloaded the gun and drew down on them and fired again. Too far away to have any effect so I got in my truck and bailed off down there too. Note that all our fences are electric and so are the neighbor's, you want to go somewhere around here, you go through the gates unless you like getting your eyeballs fried.
Got down there right behind my wife, who had grabbed her trusty Cold Steel sjambok on the way out and was yelling at the dogs to let go the goat and get home. I reloaded the gun just in case and followed her into the pasture, also yelling at the dogs. Neighbor's goat, neighbor's dogs, couldn't very well shoot the dogs so we scared them off, got the injured goat penned up where the dogs couldn't get to it and got it a bucket of water. It was losing some blood from shredded ears and a couple of bites on its nose but seemed in reasonably good shape all things considered, we had gotten there soon enough to do it some good.
Meanwhile it had started raining briskly. I did what I could to shelter the little shotgun under my jacket but it did little good. By the time I got back to the truck water was beaded all over the gun and running off in streams. But this little gun had gotten the usual heavy coat of Johnson's paste wax before getting propped behind the door the last time. When I got it home I wiped it down with a clean dry towel and field stripped it, drying as I went- it was still beading water. Then I finished cooking breakfast.
After we ate, I spent a few minutes with the hair dryer and got the little gun's insides bone dry. I put a smidgen of Ballistol in the necessary places and put it back together, ran an oily mop down the bore and wiped down the exterior with another coat of wax. Then behind the door it went, ready for the next small pest to appear (the 870s are for BIG pests and are kept out of sight).
Y'all still running blued steel guns, ought to get yourselves a can of Johnson's paste wax at the supermarket. I've been using it on wood and blued steel for better than 40 years now, since my gran'daddy told me to. It works good as a preservative and polishes up nice when you want things shiny.
lpl/nc
