model70hunter
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Our sidekick Rodent was an industrious fella, he'd jump off the bus before it got to school on trash day and hit all the trash cans on the way to school. He would stash it behind a very old ladies house, pick it up after school and walk home packing his treasures.
He found a chain saw. put a lawnmower piston in it and sold it to some sucker. He found a Cushman scooter and put lawnmower rings in it. It was a 2 stroke and smoked like a chimney anyway.
One day he found a prize, to him. It was a very old H&R 6 shot 22 LR revolver. One day he rode his crazy mare over to show it to me.
I was in the barnyard saddling up when he arrived. He had a new full box of Revelation 22's from Western Auto.
He wanted to shoot it, I asked why he didn't shoot on his Dad's place. He said if his Dad caught him with it it would be taken and thrown in the river.
Several days earlier I had hung but not taken down a '55 Buick hub cap. It was laying on the farm when Dad bought the place. Mom used it to feed baby chicks and I should not have used it as a target. A '55 Buick hubcap has more high carbon steel in it than the front clip on a new car has. It was heavy. Don't ask, once upon a time many boys could identify every hub cap.
I shot it with a 38 wad cutter and heard it whistle as it ricochet away. I should have thrown it back in the chicken pen.
We walked up to a giant old Oak tree and stood in the shade, the same tree where he had spooked my horse and we had gone end over end for a while. My brother and I used that tree for another adventure once.
I said let me see the revolver, it was old, loose does not describe it. There was more end shake and side wobble in a ball bearing rolling around in your truck bed.
Then I noticed as I moved the gun the bbl flopped a little, it flopped a lot when I shook it vigorously. He had loaded it while we walked to the tree. I said unload it and throw it in the pond. He was determined, he noticed the hub cap about 20 yards away and drew down on it, I shouted no, the 22 will ricochet! He did not listen, I slid behind the big Oak, he was next to me but in the open. I thought he'll never hit the hub cap from here anyway.
I heard the clang as it struck and a short whistle and a kathunk. I was looking at Rodent and saw the bullet strike.
It hit him squarely between the eyes.just above the skull ridge over the nose. I'm sure many have seen a Gillette Friday night fight where a fella is hit and drops like a rock. HIs knees buckled forward and his body dropped flat backwards.
I saw blood running out when he hit the ground. I remember thinking this one is going to be hard to explain.
I leaned over ad looked him in the face, all I saw were the whites of his eyes and the blood streaming out.
Then I noticed a shiny object in the bullet hole, it was the heel of the 22. Oh lucky day there is hope. I took a finger nail and pried it out, it had flattened on the hub cap and looked like a big mushroom. The large flat part had struck him. I felt for and found a pulse.
I grabbed him by the shirt and drug him to the same shady spot my Bro had taken me after the horse wreck. I went and got Dad's WW II surplus 1st Aid kit. All I could find was a large pressure dressing, I don't remember if it had smelling salts or I hit him with a blast of cold water.
I do remember him sputtering and kicking as he woke up.
I put salve in the hole and tied the bandage around his head. He told his folks he had run into a sharp stick and I had fixed him up.
I don't know what happened to the gun never saw it again. He probably sold it to some lowlifes that lived in his old neighborhood. I took the hub cap down and counted some lucky stars.
He found a chain saw. put a lawnmower piston in it and sold it to some sucker. He found a Cushman scooter and put lawnmower rings in it. It was a 2 stroke and smoked like a chimney anyway.
One day he found a prize, to him. It was a very old H&R 6 shot 22 LR revolver. One day he rode his crazy mare over to show it to me.
I was in the barnyard saddling up when he arrived. He had a new full box of Revelation 22's from Western Auto.
He wanted to shoot it, I asked why he didn't shoot on his Dad's place. He said if his Dad caught him with it it would be taken and thrown in the river.
Several days earlier I had hung but not taken down a '55 Buick hub cap. It was laying on the farm when Dad bought the place. Mom used it to feed baby chicks and I should not have used it as a target. A '55 Buick hubcap has more high carbon steel in it than the front clip on a new car has. It was heavy. Don't ask, once upon a time many boys could identify every hub cap.
I shot it with a 38 wad cutter and heard it whistle as it ricochet away. I should have thrown it back in the chicken pen.
We walked up to a giant old Oak tree and stood in the shade, the same tree where he had spooked my horse and we had gone end over end for a while. My brother and I used that tree for another adventure once.
I said let me see the revolver, it was old, loose does not describe it. There was more end shake and side wobble in a ball bearing rolling around in your truck bed.
Then I noticed as I moved the gun the bbl flopped a little, it flopped a lot when I shook it vigorously. He had loaded it while we walked to the tree. I said unload it and throw it in the pond. He was determined, he noticed the hub cap about 20 yards away and drew down on it, I shouted no, the 22 will ricochet! He did not listen, I slid behind the big Oak, he was next to me but in the open. I thought he'll never hit the hub cap from here anyway.
I heard the clang as it struck and a short whistle and a kathunk. I was looking at Rodent and saw the bullet strike.
It hit him squarely between the eyes.just above the skull ridge over the nose. I'm sure many have seen a Gillette Friday night fight where a fella is hit and drops like a rock. HIs knees buckled forward and his body dropped flat backwards.
I saw blood running out when he hit the ground. I remember thinking this one is going to be hard to explain.
I leaned over ad looked him in the face, all I saw were the whites of his eyes and the blood streaming out.
Then I noticed a shiny object in the bullet hole, it was the heel of the 22. Oh lucky day there is hope. I took a finger nail and pried it out, it had flattened on the hub cap and looked like a big mushroom. The large flat part had struck him. I felt for and found a pulse.
I grabbed him by the shirt and drug him to the same shady spot my Bro had taken me after the horse wreck. I went and got Dad's WW II surplus 1st Aid kit. All I could find was a large pressure dressing, I don't remember if it had smelling salts or I hit him with a blast of cold water.
I do remember him sputtering and kicking as he woke up.
I put salve in the hole and tied the bandage around his head. He told his folks he had run into a sharp stick and I had fixed him up.
I don't know what happened to the gun never saw it again. He probably sold it to some lowlifes that lived in his old neighborhood. I took the hub cap down and counted some lucky stars.
