Threads like these remind my of my Grandfather. He was a farmer. He shot everything that came onto his land without hesitation. The rifles were hanging on the wall above the coats as soon as you walked in... That's if the rifle was not sitting against the wall beside the couch in the Summer Kitchen. You were told once... If you ever touched a gun thereafter, he'd beat you without hesitation.
A Grade 4 education is all you got back then. He loved my Grandmother, his family and God (and booze).
A Man's Man. I miss him.
A Grade 4 education is all you got back then. He loved my Grandmother, his family and God (and booze).
A Man's Man. I miss him.