Guns - Our First Country Lesson

We've always believed that if you're gonna shoot an animal, you should eat it.

But I've changed my tune.

We have guns (just in case the shiz hits the fan). 
I even have my Concealed Weapons Permit...and there's a funny story attached to that.

But we've never shot at anything. 
The ammo sat, collecting dust, in an ubber safe local.

UNTIL...a rabid skunk skunked my baby and dogs. 
Rachel learned a valuable lesson that day; never try to catch a skunk. 
That skunk sprayed my baby from head to toe and continued to go after the rest of our clan.  I whisked the kids into the house and beckoned David from his chores
to "GET the GUN!" 

As Rachel sat in a bath, covered in tomato paste, David waged war on Pepe le Pew. 
The skunk charged David from under the house.  David's first attempt at target practice was a success.  Just as the skunk turned and lifted it's tail...B A M!

I never saw the dead skunk (I was forever bathing Rachel), but I smelled him until trash day.

Welcome to the Country.