Yesterday, two bees, five shots, and one of those was a cripple that I had to stomp! Shameful, lousy shooting! I've GOT to do better! :oops:
Today, patrolling the house, inspecting the painting job (I'm paying my daughter and son-in-law to do that, 'have to feed them and babysit as fringe-benefits). Single Six strapped on, five shot loads. The down-spouts are down, exposing old bee holes. I know that THEY return to old holes, so I get out the oak doweling, cut plugs, and press them into the holes. Now, I need a hammer to seat them. That's way out back in the shop. Well, in the old westerns they tacked up many a wanted poster with the butt of a pistol, so... :roll: Yep, I'm crazy. :wink: