My pride and joy
Shooting my new toy
Just about the right size for her don't you think?
So we banged off a few clips this afternoon, and then decided to head over to my neighbors (I call him Nimrod - "He was a mighty hunter before the LORD: wherefore it is said, Even as Nimrod the mighty hunter before the LORD" he's the neighborhood bane of coyotes, feral hogs, bobcats and stray dogs that wander within a thousand or so yards of his rifle, and quite possibly the only person in the world who, with no malicious intent, watched the disintegration of the space shuttle Columbia through the scope of a 30-06) - actually his real name is Richard and he's my step-brother in the sense that his mom is my un-official adopted mom - so I digress, we decided to head over there and show off my new toy. We jumped in the mini-dunebuggy and my pride and joy said "daddy, can we go for a quick
fast ride on our way over?" What's a dad to say? "Go get your helmet on" and off we go - back to our little racing oval in the back pasture and at about 40 mph we hit an exceptionally lush patch of tall grass and discovered that it was hiding a foot of muddy water! Squeals of pure joy and terror from the apple of my eye! Now she wants more, more, more! So, we went back to Nimrod's stock tank and discovered that if you hit 18 inches of pure mud puddle at full speed it roughly equivalates a really dirty version of "the flume" at six flags. An hour later with both of us entirely soaked, with mud in our ears, between our teeth, up our noses, and in our hair, I remember that my new toy is still riding in a (fully enclosed) leather cell phone holder on my belt. Guess what? Leather cell phone holders don't keep out muddy water if the volume is high enough. So guess what I'm doing tonight? That's right - getting out the manual and taking the new toy apart and washing and drying it.
Here's baby girl after the ride.
