Knimrod
06-21-2006, 12:40 AM
How To Make Your Wife Hate Guns
by Kathy Jackson
An attractive young guy sidled up to me at the range the other day. He'd been watching me shoot for awhile, looking at me out of the corners of his eyes while I worked on my drawstroke. It had gotten harder and harder to pretend I didn’t know he was watching me, so when he finally made up his mind to come talk to me, I was almost relieved. Here it comes, I thought, and braced myself.
"Excuse me," he began, twisting his hat in his hands awkwardly. "I couldn't help but notice that you're a fine shooter." I smiled my thanks, grateful he wasn’t one of those oh-so-helpful range gods who would start our conversation by nitpicking my shooting. But I was still braced for what was sure to come next, and watched to see what his approach would be. "So, uh, do you come here often?" he asked.
"Not here, no," I admitted, "I've got another range where I usually practice."
"But you do shoot regularly?" he pursued, almost pathetically eager. "You like guns?" I admitted I did, and he finally got up the courage to ask the question he'd come over to ask me.
"How do I get my wife to like guns, too?"
You know, if I knew the answer to that one, I could have my pick of any guy at the range. They'd flock around me in eager anticipation that I might let them in on the secret.
But the fact is, I don't know that. What I do know is how a guy might go about making his woman hate guns. That secret, I can tell you ...
Link to secret... (http://corneredcat.com/ForMen/HateGuns.htm)
by Kathy Jackson
An attractive young guy sidled up to me at the range the other day. He'd been watching me shoot for awhile, looking at me out of the corners of his eyes while I worked on my drawstroke. It had gotten harder and harder to pretend I didn’t know he was watching me, so when he finally made up his mind to come talk to me, I was almost relieved. Here it comes, I thought, and braced myself.
"Excuse me," he began, twisting his hat in his hands awkwardly. "I couldn't help but notice that you're a fine shooter." I smiled my thanks, grateful he wasn’t one of those oh-so-helpful range gods who would start our conversation by nitpicking my shooting. But I was still braced for what was sure to come next, and watched to see what his approach would be. "So, uh, do you come here often?" he asked.
"Not here, no," I admitted, "I've got another range where I usually practice."
"But you do shoot regularly?" he pursued, almost pathetically eager. "You like guns?" I admitted I did, and he finally got up the courage to ask the question he'd come over to ask me.
"How do I get my wife to like guns, too?"
You know, if I knew the answer to that one, I could have my pick of any guy at the range. They'd flock around me in eager anticipation that I might let them in on the secret.
But the fact is, I don't know that. What I do know is how a guy might go about making his woman hate guns. That secret, I can tell you ...
Link to secret... (http://corneredcat.com/ForMen/HateGuns.htm)