Gun Control

AN OLD BUT VERY IMPRESSIVE TALE OF CAUTION

A remarkable "story" of how a small .22 hand gun helped one guy walk away from a bear attack ...

Firepower A .22 short should do it. ... Think not? Read on ...

On a Gun Shop Forum, the question came up:

What is the smallest caliber you trust to protect yourself? 

The best answer: My personal favorite defense gun has always been a Beretta Jetfire in .22 short. Over all of the years I've been hiking I never leave without it in my pocket.

Of course, we all know too the first rule when hiking in the wilderness is to use the "Buddy System." For those of you who may be unfamiliar with this it means you NEVER hike alone. You bring a friend or companion, even an in-law. That way, if something happens, there is someone to go get help.

I remember one time hiking with my brother-in-law in northern Alberta. Out of nowhere came this huge brown bear and man, was she mad. We must have been near one of her cubs. Anyway, if I had not had my little Jetfire I'd sure not be here today. Just one shot to my brother-in-law's knee cap and I was able to escape by just walking at a brisk pace.

Humor: Job Hunting

My Rezumay

Deer Sur,

I waunt to apply for the secritary job I seen in the paper. I can type real kwik wit one finggar and do sum Acounting 2.

I think I am good on the fone and I am a pepole person. Pepole really seam to respond good to me. Im lookin for a jobb as a secritary but it kant be 2 complikaited. My spelling is not 2 good but find that I awfin get a job Bcuz of my persinalety.

My salerery is open so we can discus wat you want to pay me and wat you think that I am wurth, I can start imeditely. Thank you in advanse 4 yore anser.

Hopifuly I M Yore best aplicant so phar.

Sinseerly,
Peggy May McBiggins

PS: I half includeded a pickture of me B low.



















Dear Peggy May,

Start on Monday. We have spell check.

Regards, Bob

Humor: My annual physical

During my annual physical exam, my doctor asked me about my daily activity level, and so I described a typical day this way:

"Well, yesterday afternoon, I waded along the edge of a lake, drank eight beers, escaped from wild dogs in the heavy brush, marched up and down several rocky hills, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand, jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake, and took four "leaks" behind big trees."

Inspired by the story, the doctor said, "You must be one hell of an outdoors man!"

"No," I replied. "I'm just a real crappie golfer."