On the Farm



Our only gun was a .22 with a clip holding 6 bullets. We used it to try to scare off critters from eating our garden.

But we had friends from down in Westchester that owned a big hardware store and they had some serious rifles.

They would bring them up to the farm to get some target practice.

All the menfolk would walk to up the field and put a bunch of old dishes on the limbs of a tree.

Then we would take turns blasting away at the dishes.

I remember hoping that some of our neighbors, who might have disapproved of our religion, or lack thereof, would hear all this gunfire and decide that messing with us might not be wise.