22 Shorts In a Barnyard Vise

Have you ever thought back and remembered a time, when poor judgment nearly cost you… your prime. There were fifty-22 cal bullets in the ammo box I found, mishandling Remington’s bullets… could put you in the ground. Putting the box in my pocket, thinking what should I do? Squeeze off one in the barnyard vise… or maybe do two. BANG! BANG! Loud reports and pungent gunpowder did abound. How addictive that fragrance… 48 more lay waiting on the ground. The next five/six bullets went into holes on the lip of the vise, swinging that heavy sledgehammer… really felt nice. Each bullet exploded leaving its’ brass case in the steel. The heavy sledgehammer gave lead… no mortal body to feel. BANG! BANG! BANG! The shells reported in rapid succession. Used everyway possible firing all the bullets… in my possession. 50 times in a row I cheated death and great bodily harm. God knows he was more than patient… that day on the farm. * A true story. © 2010 John M. Trusty