I had me a job at the animal shelter once.

It sucked though. They wouldn't let me take any of the dead critters home. ...took all the fun out of it!


Actually, what I'd really like to do is become one of them pro-fessional rat guys like I see on OLN on Saturday mornin's. You know, the PRO RAT TOUR, where all those guys cruise around in their slick lookin' rigs and drive from dump to dump and stock yard to stockyard all over the South just shootin' the heck outta the rats!

I think I have a chance to get into the big money, but first I gotta find me a sponsor to get some flashy huntin' clothes and gear for the tour (I'm thinkin' about asking Orkin for a sponsorship)! Sometimes they even have the Bud Girls there when they pass out the prizes, and I don't want to be lookin' second rat , er, rate, if you know what I mean!

Mostly, I need a new gun for those long distance rats if I am to stand a chance. My gun won't shoot near as good as that other feller who posted about the .00000000000001 inch groups that come outta all his guns. With the likes o' him around I don't stand a chance. Maybe he is really Dan'l Boone reincarnarated!

But my old gun is lucky to hit a JD Pint Bottle (empty, o'course) at about 50'- its hell on the rodents though!


... there's a side...?


GS
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