tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post2884745019303616900..comments2024-03-28T23:24:22.359-07:00Comments on Lone Star Parson: Backyard CrossfireLSPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-36844629359367910362018-02-03T18:23:17.575-08:002018-02-03T18:23:17.575-08:00Jules, I wouldn't dare disagree.Jules, I wouldn't dare disagree.LSPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-91370747639385993662018-02-03T03:18:13.678-08:002018-02-03T03:18:13.678-08:00It's just non--stop fun at your compound.It's just non--stop fun at your compound. Jules https://www.blogger.com/profile/02447271977251616727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-91453498296083736072018-02-02T09:10:07.017-08:002018-02-02T09:10:07.017-08:00Great value, Adrienne and it keeps you in practice...Great value, Adrienne and it keeps you in practice.LSPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-38496806685956626792018-02-02T07:41:54.593-08:002018-02-02T07:41:54.593-08:00That's a whole lot of fun for $29.00.That's a whole lot of fun for $29.00.Adriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01562944653624224107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-69836633809737162712018-02-01T20:36:59.409-08:002018-02-01T20:36:59.409-08:00Funny you should say that, LL. Feral dogs are a me...Funny you should say that, LL. Feral dogs are a menace and I've gone out to hunt them before now. A few years back there was a crew of marauding Chows that were terrorizing the countryside. So I went out with a shotgun but didn't find them. Some friends did, with a .243 and ended the Chow menace.<br /><br />"We're hunters! Chow hunters," went the refrain.<br /><br />I can't do that here in town, though there's plenty of stray dogs and chickens. Sometimes Blue Destroyer gets a chicken and I breast it. Tasty enough in a popper.LSPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08120630078039958644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407817413258733695.post-50943129671851944352018-02-01T19:03:55.629-08:002018-02-01T19:03:55.629-08:00When I was a kid and lived in the extreme country ...When I was a kid and lived in the extreme country (not nearly so built up as Hillsboro), there were feral dogs. I didn't have a high fangled air pistol but I did have a .22 derringer and shot shells. The dogs would come out to bark and nip at me. I held my fire until they were an arm's length and then I fired at the dog's rear, under the tail area if it presented itself. Dogs feared me. And it was rural enough that their owners never knew -- unless they are reading this blog.LLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05538854359365988863noreply@blogger.com