Dr. Fucking Magoo

We're off at the crack o' dawn tomorrow for Arizona. Ash Fork, to be exact. Beth's sis is having a big ol' party on her 140 acre spread and there will be plenty of food, fire, booze and bullets.

Oh hell yes - their neighbor has his own shooting range. When you sit on that much property you can have whatever you damn well want. Tonight, I went out to the giant Outdoor Sports World or Bass Shops and stocked up on .45 and .22 ammo. Got a holster, too. I will be carrying my Kimber 45 on my hip since there are real threats of mountain lions in the area and my past experience with correctly IDing wildlife is pretty much a fucking joke. I once chased a coyote through Jack and Miki's yard because I thought it was a skinny puppy. Then there was the black bear on I-80 in PA that I mistook for a standard poodle. Besides, I really don't want my last words to be "here kitty kitty..."

Dr. Fucking Magoo.

Aside from the ammo, I also made another very important purchase - Beth's very first flannel shirt. Gonna make a butch woman outta her yet... (I have to balance out her recent purchase of very expensive yet hot Michael Kors boots - of which I have partial blame for their purchase.) And for the record, Deb bought yet ANOTHER tan/oatmeal/ash colored hunting-like shirt for the occasion. Brings her total number of butch shirts to 456,927,392.

I'm just sayin.

Posted by LA at November 09, 2007 09:56 PM