So I have been having a good old time the last two days.
Yesterday: I am over at my buddies place bullshiting around, had my daughter with me (the 3 1/2 yr old) when we were in the back field playing with the dogs. All the sudden the talks got to the best survivel rifle, caliber, purpose, ect. I am sitting there and say “a cheap lil 22 caliber rifle is where it’s at” my buddy “bullshit, what are you going to do with a 22 rifle” so I say “I bet you your cheapest 22 rifle I’ll feed us all lunch” he of course did not take the bet, but did grab a Marlin 22 rifle and a pocket of 22 rds. He comes out and says “its 10:15, I want to eat by 12:00 sharp” so I laughed loaded up the rifle and went to work shooting random birds out of his trees. He freaks “dude WTF you are killing birds” as I start picking them up and field stripping them. My daughter all the while asking me 10k time “what are you doing and why?” so I keep telling her I am getting lunch. LOL I fire up the pit, grab a few jalapenos out of my buddies garden, toss in a few scoops of butter and wrap them up in foil. Toss it on the pit for 45 minutes and we ate lunch. Yes my daughter ate them and loved it, thought it was chicken (the wife is still pissed, lol).
Today: I go back over by myself and tell my buddy “hey man you ready for lunch”. Of course he tells me “I don’t feel like eating my birds again” so I say no problem.
I grab his Marlin 22 and walk out back, about 45 minute later and 2 squirrels down, I fire up the pit and start field dressing them. He tells me “I am not eating any fucking rats, fuck you” lol. So I snatch an onion out of the garden, some more butter and foil and 30 minutes later he still refused to eat squirrel.
But his dogs were not bitching that’s for sure. LMAO!
I am not sure what I will do tomorrow, maybe some more birds or maybe I can find a jack rabbit. We shall see. My buddy has a new found respect for the good old 22 and its abilities to feed him lunch. lol
Yesterday: I am over at my buddies place bullshiting around, had my daughter with me (the 3 1/2 yr old) when we were in the back field playing with the dogs. All the sudden the talks got to the best survivel rifle, caliber, purpose, ect. I am sitting there and say “a cheap lil 22 caliber rifle is where it’s at” my buddy “bullshit, what are you going to do with a 22 rifle” so I say “I bet you your cheapest 22 rifle I’ll feed us all lunch” he of course did not take the bet, but did grab a Marlin 22 rifle and a pocket of 22 rds. He comes out and says “its 10:15, I want to eat by 12:00 sharp” so I laughed loaded up the rifle and went to work shooting random birds out of his trees. He freaks “dude WTF you are killing birds” as I start picking them up and field stripping them. My daughter all the while asking me 10k time “what are you doing and why?” so I keep telling her I am getting lunch. LOL I fire up the pit, grab a few jalapenos out of my buddies garden, toss in a few scoops of butter and wrap them up in foil. Toss it on the pit for 45 minutes and we ate lunch. Yes my daughter ate them and loved it, thought it was chicken (the wife is still pissed, lol).
Today: I go back over by myself and tell my buddy “hey man you ready for lunch”. Of course he tells me “I don’t feel like eating my birds again” so I say no problem.
I am not sure what I will do tomorrow, maybe some more birds or maybe I can find a jack rabbit. We shall see. My buddy has a new found respect for the good old 22 and its abilities to feed him lunch. lol