Gene Kearns wrote in message
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Ah, one of the simple pleasures of living in the South. Reminds me of
the time the wife and I watched our ****ed-off neighbor, .357 in hand,
go after a bunch of cats raiding his trash barrel.

I don't think he got any of them, but damn, was it funny watching
those cats come zooming out of that barrel as if shot by a catapult
and the neighbor blasting away at his trash barrel like "Dirty Harry."


You'all good 'ole southern boys sho' do like to use them guns.
What do you do when the kids act up?
Put a little rock salt in the old 12 gauge and tell them to git runnin'?