There once was a bobcat ,,, no , no , no
There once was a poor little rifle made by CVA
Ok we'll go with that
UHMMM,,,, no mater where she went folks shunned her plastic stock and ugly shape .
At the traditional gun shows , even though she was born as a side lock , some would invariably say ; Put! That away , or You cant sell that here .
Then one day a little lady came by , picked her up and against her husbands comments of , "you don’t want that " and " what do you want that for" , she was bought for a song ..
But still there was no peace for the little rifle . In the gun cabinet there was talk . The SXS would point and whisper. The cartridge rifles turned their scopes , no where did she fit .
then one night the ladies husband came to get all the rifles for a big doins that was coming up . When the nice lady reached for the little bobcat her husband exclaimed . YOU CANT BRING THAT!!! And the door slammed shut .
The poor little rifle sat all alone to one side of the cold cabinet, hearing only the whispers of the foul mouthed modern guns who were also left behind.
Suddenly the door open , the big hands of husband reached in . He grabbed the little rifle and threw her in a blanket , wrapped it up tight . Surly this must be it, though the bobcat as she felt the THUNK of being tossed
There was no air , the little rifle couldnt see . Things were falling and bouncing all around for hours , days it seemed . Finally all was still for some time . then movement, light , trees , a river ,,AIR!!!!.
Finaly thought the little rifle I will prove my worth. She would let No one out shine her at the range . On this day, the little lady who was her owner ,would stand front of all .
then suddenly she realized that the one whos hands she was in wasn’t the lady .but those of the big man of a husband and to the river he was heading .
The mans grip was tight on the little rifles barrel . down the trail he went. with each "SMAK" of her stock hitting a tree the little rifle lost hope .
they suddenly stopped in front of an Indian lodge.the little rifle had heard the other rifles talk of these before but she never thought she would see one for real . Out front of the lodge sat two women and a mountain man . .
Is Two feathers around asked the man holding the little rifle . One of the women got up came over .No she said ,he is out shooting ,can I help you ?
Please have him See if he can do something with this ,will ya ,,exclaimed the big man handing the little rifle to the strange woman . then turning and walking away .
In side the lodge the rifle went and once again the lights went out .
Time passes .
As we all know the strange times of youth are gradually replace with the knowledge of experience . Our braces are removed to show strait teeth . The awkwardness of the teen years are replaced by the lines of a fine woman or the streaght of a young man . Our names change from Mikey , Bobbie, Charlie . To Mike , Bob and Chuck .
So is the way of it and so is the story of this lonely little rifle .
Now all that’s left is for her to take her place back amoung the rifles of the gun cabinet she new long ago .
Returning to the lady who saved her . Proud , Strong , a force to be reckoned with on the range .
the shape of a lady strong of will and with lines of knowlage . never again to hang her head .
So ends our little story and the time this rifle has spent with me .
my hope is that long after i am gone the story of this little common rifle who is not so common any more will live on
We now need a name fitting of her French lines
A name fitting of her mother the Countess Tulle De Chasse .
Some say “Loup Cervier” others say “Chat de Pomb”
what say you ?
signed
Charlie two feathers .
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LMAO that was fun LOL
So here she is all dressed for the “round ball” at the end of the month
and after
