Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Montana Bob shoots and scores!



September in Montana is marked by warm days, crisp nights, PBR drinking, huntin’ season and enjoying the Chiefs getting their asses handed to them early season. In preparation for shooting one of Bambi’s descendants every year, this month is traditionally the time when rednecks head for the hills to sight in rifles – which requires beer, bullets and a suitable target.
So last night I went for a drive up the canyon with the dog – looking for some peace and quiet to disturb with my Model 70 Winchester - and look what I FOUND – not only did some asshole litter – they had the audacity to leave a fucking Chief’s flag in MY woods! WTF? So I did what any proud NFL fan would do – anybody but KC – I shot ‘er full of holes…...


Sorry BoB! I didn’t know it was loaded. Like the shooter, the first group was high and right. And just like KC’s offensive line - that flag just rolled over to show its yellow under belly after the first shot. To be expected I suppose.

XOXO

M.B.