Bob Wright
Hawkeye
I got pretty good with my Daisy Red Ryder BB gun, the one of my Christmas Story. I had a friend toss up one of those old one pound coffee tins, the ones with the key to peel off the strip closure, and I could plink (actually "tink!" was the sound) that thing nine times out of ten. I could knock down a row of burnt matchsticks stuck up in the ground.
Once, on a summer day, I was in the yard when a fly landed on the door facing. I shouldered that Daisy and snapped off a shot. There was a small dent in the wood of the door facing with a smudge of gore and a leg from tha fly left to prove I had hit it. BUT ther wasa ding in the door facing which had to go unsung as to my skill.
Bob Wright
Once, on a summer day, I was in the yard when a fly landed on the door facing. I shouldered that Daisy and snapped off a shot. There was a small dent in the wood of the door facing with a smudge of gore and a leg from tha fly left to prove I had hit it. BUT ther wasa ding in the door facing which had to go unsung as to my skill.
Bob Wright