HughD1
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My wife called me at work Tuesday morning looking for 410 shells. This is not an ordinary request. She said that my mother needed them. A snake is the first thing that crossed my mind. She had a rattlesnake get in her house a couple of years ago. I explained to my wife where the shells were and what the box looked like.
Now the rest of the story. My wife pulled out every box of ammo in the cabinet before finding the 410s. She then rushed down to my Mother's house. Apparently there was a chicken snake trying to get a bird nest in a tree in her yard. The shell in her single shot 410 was a dud. She couldn't find her box of shells. My brother was there and attempted to kill the snake with Momma's snub nose 38. She told me the next morning that he is no Annie Oakley with a pistol. I cringed thinking about him blasting away at a chicken snake with those irreplaceable short barrel gold dots.
To sum it all up; the snake got away, the little birds took it on the chin, Momma is not happy, and a good portion of my ammo stash was scattered on the floor! All because of one little dud! God bless my 81 year old Momma! Y'all have a good day!
Hugh
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