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very lucky to buy a lost valve cap down here at local servo. but air is free lol at the price a litre we pay no wonder. even with price of oil dropping.
I remember that my Dad said..."Don't shoot a rabbit, that's sitting still" [URL=https://www.icmag.com/ic/picture.php?albumid=61&pictureid=1523811&thumb=1]View Image[/url]
Try hitting a bat in flight,with a wristrocket(slingshot).I did it once and couldn't do it again(maybe)The last time I hit a rabbit on the run,it did three somersaults,not an easy shot.
I don't shoot anymore.Still like guns though.
Try hitting a bat in flight,with a wristrocket(slingshot).I did it once and couldn't do it again(maybe)The last time I hit a rabbit on the run,it did three somersaults,not an easy shot.
I don't shoot anymore.Still like guns though.
Had one of those lucky shots in life to never again be replicated no matter how hard you try
Gives you quite the adrenaline rush though dont it??
a buddy of mine & i wasted damn near two boxes of #8 shot dove loads trying to kill a bat once. like trying to hit a butterfly fifty yards off with a damn BB gun. that's the sort of shit you do when stoned & wandering around with guns right at dark...
I remember when lambs had one set of clothes.View Image
I remember when lambs had one set of clothes.View Image
I remember that my Dad said..."Don't shoot a rabbit, that's sitting still" [URL=https://www.icmag.com/ic/picture.php?albumid=61&pictureid=1523811&thumb=1]View Image[/url]
I remember when History Channel used to show actual history, and not redneck shows that make you dumber. ....same with Discovery (US), and Nat Geo. Other than HBO, I watch mostly British television now
But gents and gals do ya'll remember when the ladies wore those peasant blouses you could see through in the right light? Those sweet, sweet young things would straddle your legs and ask if you would like a shotgun? They would lean forward enough for you to see down to their navel and nipples. Now that's a sweet, sweet memory. I liked it best when they let you steady them by holding on to the rear of their thighs. Not hard just enough to steady them. Then you would give them a shotgun and they would steady your head by holding the back of your head with one hand and you would ask if they would like to go and do a couple of bumps of coke or mescaline. Those were the days my friends and those were the girls. Not whores or sluts but friends.
But gents and gals do ya'll remember when the ladies wore those peasant blouses you could see through in the right light? Those sweet, sweet young things would straddle your legs and ask if you would like a shotgun? They would lean forward enough for you to see down to their navel and nipples. Now that's a sweet, sweet memory. I liked it best when they let you steady them by holding on to the rear of their thighs. Not hard just enough to steady them. Then you would give them a shotgun and they would steady your head by holding the back of your head with one hand and you would ask if they would like to go and do a couple of bumps of coke or mescaline. Those were the days my friends and those were the girls. Not whores or sluts but friends.