My FIL never hunted during the time I knew him but took great amusement shooting the vast numbers of Black birds that scavenged his garden in the fall. He used a well worn hardware store 12 ga single that came from his fathers dairy. He’d hit me up every year for a handful of shells and would ground swat them in the evenings.
I was mowing and noticed quite a number of black birds littering his back yard. I stopped to ask him about all the birds. He said he had made his PB shot of 25 (one shot) with a wry grin.
After he passed, I took his old single barrel, cleaned it up, and placed it in the garage to dispatch varmints as needed.
A big old yellow stray cat a been scrapping with the wife’s bob tail cat and she had enough of
It.
We were working in her flower garden when a cat fight broke out in the back yard. I grabbed the old single barrel, stuck a load of sixes in it as the cat rounded the corner of the house at full tilt. I made my best move on it and rolled the the cat head first.
As I turned to my wife I noted her face had the same grin as her Pop had! 😀
