Yesterday evening, Kevin
arrived for dinner with a bag of Yukon gold potatoes, a ball of heavy twine, a
faded stop sign, and a potato gun. “I
brought a target for the spud gun,” he explained.
We sometimes shoot potatoes
from my back deck. Or, as I say in my worst
Aussie accent: “I like to shoot potatoes frum me dick.”
Harmless fun, I assure
you.
While our beer butt
chicken cooked upright in the barbie, Kevin and I ambled down below my house
and hoisted the stop sign up into a dead tree.
We fixed it there with the twine.
For the next couple hours, we fired Yukon gold potatoes at the sign or
across the gulch below.
Posted are two photographs and a video of Keven firing the gun. The images and video are thanks to my new
smarter-than-me-phone.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Good to see Kevin if only virtually
ReplyDeleteAnd he almost hit the target.
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