Play up and play the game
Mr Free Market complains that I put him off his shooting by telling a pig tale, as though a bit of light joshing behind the shooter isn't part of the game..
But what happened was, I had this young pig lying on the floor in pain, he had got meningitis, no cure. So I thought to myself "put him out of his misery". There happened to be a pointed pick-axe in the barn so one foot on his head and thwack between the eyes. I don't like doing such things but the job was done quickly. I took my foot off his head and the bugger jumps up and runs off down the barn with the pick-axe in his head. I race after him and eventually get hold of the handle, but the bloody thing won't come out. I try pleading with him to let me have it so I can hit him again but he doesn't co-operate. Eventually it catches on a gate and comes free and I complete the job.
I expect he felt a bit like that Oregon man who went into hospital complaining of a head ache after firing a dozen nails into his own skull - news
So a simple everyday tale of country folk, nothing to put you off your aim...
Comments
My brain hurts ...
Kristopher, from Oregon.
Posted by: Kristopher | April 25, 2006 6:38 PM
Miracle cure for meningitis!
I wonder if it works on terminal socialism, I mean, it's not like th sufferers from that need brains anyway?
Posted by: Fred | April 25, 2006 8:41 PM
I trust your wife never complains of having a 'headache' :-)
Posted by: jan | April 26, 2006 9:19 AM
I was taught to make an imaginary X from their ears to their eyes. This was after watching a pig go running off into the underbrush after being shot in the head with a .22. The second shot was in the right spot and he dropped like a log (he wandered back over to where we were standing about 5 minutes later). It's amazing how well his skull closed up around the bullet hole, which is what I suspect you encountered trying to get the pick-axe out of its head.
Posted by: 308Mike | April 26, 2006 10:12 PM
Reminds me of a day of shooting Snow Goose in Manitoba a couple of years ago. We load the back of the SUV with about 60 geese, then sat down for a smoke and some coffee.
When we opened the back to put the guns in, two geese flew out of the car.
Naturally, our guns were unloaded.
Posted by: bird dog | April 27, 2006 1:42 PM
So, what did you cook that day?
Posted by: imli | April 29, 2006 9:59 AM