Ok, well I think my Father has lost his mind. Were sitting here on a Nice Sunday morning, drinking coffee, and talking about if were going to get him a Busa or a ZX14 once we get the Hammer sold...when all of a sudden he leaps from his chair, runs down stairs, opens the patio door, pulls out his trusty wrist-rocket (umm...Im shocked he hasnt shot himslef with it yet, as the tube is ready to break...ala1970's model)...loads up a paint ball, and from 20 yards out he begins firing paint balls at the Bird-Feeder Terrorist...aka Rocky the Squirrel.
Well, 3 shots later, he wacks Rocky in the Belly & poor little rocky tossed his cookies on the bird feeder from a direct hit from my father to his belly. We were laughing so hard that this damnn Squirrel now has a pink belly, I had to snap a picture and post it up. Not a great picture, as it was a distant shot, but you can see the pink on his belly & poor Rocky trying to figgure out what had just happened 2 minutes prior.
Dad wants to run to FleetFarm and trade in his old Wrist-rocket for a real paintball gun, but I cant let him do it, as he's still on probation with me from his pellet gun incident from early this spring...lmao
Well, 3 shots later, he wacks Rocky in the Belly & poor little rocky tossed his cookies on the bird feeder from a direct hit from my father to his belly. We were laughing so hard that this damnn Squirrel now has a pink belly, I had to snap a picture and post it up. Not a great picture, as it was a distant shot, but you can see the pink on his belly & poor Rocky trying to figgure out what had just happened 2 minutes prior.
Dad wants to run to FleetFarm and trade in his old Wrist-rocket for a real paintball gun, but I cant let him do it, as he's still on probation with me from his pellet gun incident from early this spring...lmao
