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Frontier Justice works in mysterious ways.
In a message dated 10/29/2001 9:12:05 AM Eastern Standard Time,
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> Ok, Beth, you got me on sentence structure! Anyway, I was about thirteen.
> We had a small orchard behind the house and the ripe fruit would attract
> starlings. My dad would let me shoot them with a pellet gun (under
> supervision, of course), but, being a latchkey kid I figured it would be
fun
> to do a little "bird hunting" in the time before my parents got home.
>
> "Well", says I, "If 1 pellet = 1 bird, think how many I could get with a
> shotgun!" Mind you, I was not only shooting unsupervised, I was also
> shooting from inside the house, out the patio door! Long story short, I
got
> the shotgun down, put the shell in and when I closed the chamber....BOOM!
I
> had it pointed right at the front window!
>
Betty
aut viam inveniam aut faciam
"I will either find a way or make one."
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