Bob Wright
Hawkeye
Forgive me for reminiscing, I'm feeling sort of lonely this morning.
Nita and I had both just gotten out of a very unhappy marriage. And there was Nita, cute and saucy and a beauty! So, I asked her out for a date. We went to the Memphis Fairgrounds, an amusement park which is no longer there.
Nita wasn't partial to the thrill rides, and I didn't like rides that went around and around. So we just walked around, had some snacks, played some games. (I didn't win any Teddy bears.) But I spent time at the shooting gallery, ten shots for a quarter. The .22 rifles were those Remington auto (semi-auto) rifles made on the Browning patent, tubular fed though the stock, and bottom ejecting.
The gallery had a pool of water with duck moving across that fell when hit. Using that little rifle, I could put them down just as they came up and stood upright. And Nita stood behind me telling me what a good shot I was and how I could really shoot. She marveled and cheered each hit. "Man!" I thought, "I've got to marry this woman!" She, whom I remarked how her long hair looked like the fine wood of an English shotgun's stock!
Nita was to always build me up, and I tried to do the same for her.
Bob Wright
Nita and I had both just gotten out of a very unhappy marriage. And there was Nita, cute and saucy and a beauty! So, I asked her out for a date. We went to the Memphis Fairgrounds, an amusement park which is no longer there.
Nita wasn't partial to the thrill rides, and I didn't like rides that went around and around. So we just walked around, had some snacks, played some games. (I didn't win any Teddy bears.) But I spent time at the shooting gallery, ten shots for a quarter. The .22 rifles were those Remington auto (semi-auto) rifles made on the Browning patent, tubular fed though the stock, and bottom ejecting.
The gallery had a pool of water with duck moving across that fell when hit. Using that little rifle, I could put them down just as they came up and stood upright. And Nita stood behind me telling me what a good shot I was and how I could really shoot. She marveled and cheered each hit. "Man!" I thought, "I've got to marry this woman!" She, whom I remarked how her long hair looked like the fine wood of an English shotgun's stock!
Nita was to always build me up, and I tried to do the same for her.
Bob Wright