I looked down the barrel of a shotgun once the wrong end. It was a bad sureal feeling. Went like this. A couple, friends of mine brought along a girl for me to meet. I was bbq`ing for us. Rusty, my dog was tuneing up in his pen. My friends and the girl bugged me to let him loose. I did and soon it sounded like a slaughter house. This was on a weekday afternoon and there was a bunch of kids going home from school on the street. Rusty had a cat up a tree and was howling. I had a neighbor ray, who was sort of a friend but liked his firewater. He was out there drunk with a shotgun taking a bead on rusty! I yelled, "Ray, put up that gun and he pointed it right at my gut! I noticed bill had walked up to one side and slightly behind him and had his snub pointed right at his head! I dont think ray ever seen that but did lower the barrel and walked of swearing to his house. It took awhile to catch up rusty and pen him. I still was mad and walked over to rays house with bill behind me. It was a hot day and ray had the door open and yelled come on in buddy! I yelled back, get yer butt out here ray, and gave him the riot act. Told him dont you even walk in front of my house again ray! You want to go to the bar you walk across the street! He did too for like a year. Finaly I started to feel like a bully over it, found him at the nearest bar and apologized and bought him a drink. He got even though. He introduced me to my ex wife to be!
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