My Grandma Miller's idea of gun control was a steady grip
and a fine bead. When I was young, she
would wait for two chickens to cross, then shoot their heads off with one
shot. The family was poor, and bullets
were expensive.
After Grandpa died she hunted squirrels, groundhogs, and
rabbits. Davey Crockett was her ancestor
and she proved it. Her family didn't
have a lot, a well for water, an outhouse for, well you know, and eight kids to
feed; but she and Grandpa always put food on the table, and the house was
filled with love.
On second thought, maybe they were rich after all.
