The ole fat boy been pistol popping for more years than he might like to admit.
Started with the venerable .22 long rifle cartridge, ambled up to a .357 six hole wheel gun...eventually transitioned to a "lectric" shooter (.45 semi-auto), and followed with 9mm, .357 Sig, .40 cal. and .380 (just for extra "seasoning").
The ranch hand's chosen profession required semi-annual proficiency qualification. Either pony up and do the do...or give up the job (obviously no pressure?)
Today marked the 42nd year (started at age "3"...OK, maybe not?) for your humble scribe to toe the line at the firearms range and "compete".
Yeah, time has made the eyes suspect and the hands a mite on the yippy side, but the young'uns on the line got a lesson in humility this day.
Bottom line: Beware of the Old Lions or they may devour your ass when you least expect it.
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
Tin Star Ranch Hand
The Ole Fat Boy
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- I take country pride in being my parent's son, a grandpa, dad, husband, brother, uncle, nephew, christian, professor, patriot, special texas ranger, tractor jockey, woodworker, welder,shootist, bird house architect, low relief wood carver, counted cross stitcher, UT fan, meat burner, humorist, video poker devotee, raconteur, 8mm film star and all around BS artist.
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