I built a house like that back in the eighties.
My son lives there now.
He has a front yard shooting range.
Pistol AND rifle.
Some times he 'gets dinner' by standing on his porch and shooting it .
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I built a house like that back in the eighties.
My son lives there now.
He has a front yard shooting range.
Pistol AND rifle.
Some times he 'gets dinner' by standing on his porch and shooting it .
I think that it was the picture of you with your cat. The background made me think that you were in the country.
People here have front yard shooting ranges, too, but I don't think you mean that kind of "game".
rabbits mostly...the occasional deer.
Here it's people mostly...the occasional cop.
so I've heard.
how long do you cook em?
tough to chew?
Hey, I always tell people that I like cops.
hmmm...do I detect a tiny bit of sarcasm?
My relationship with the police is complex. When I'm in serious trouble, they are there when I need them. But they have to do all of the dirty work to suppress my speech operations, and of course they are the ones who initiate most of the criminal charges that have kept me tangled up at Court for 8 years. Add to that the normal roughing up that I sometimes get while being arrested.
I used to be very respectful, but it became clear that they interpreted that as weakness. So now I freely tell them to fuck off whenever that is what I'm thinking. There's less misunderstanding now.