Day before deer opener, "Skeeter" and "Possum" drive up in the middle of the active public shooting range!
Skeeter jumps out, chugs what's left of a beer, throws down the can and unloads a refrigerator box in the center of the range 30 to 40 yards from the bench.
Possum guns the rattletrap F100 and cuts a doughnut, stopping short of the bench. Skeeter drags out a 94 style rifle of questionable lineage, shoves 3 rounds in the mag, jacks a round home and let's loose on the refrigerator box offhand!
Before the last round report has died out, Skeeter trots down to the box, stares at it about 30 seconds then trots back to the decrepit F100.
Tossing the bedraggled 94 through the open passenger window, he clambers into the front seat and hollers, "Attle kill a deer!".
Possum, tosses out an empty beer can, guns the groaning engine, cuts another doughnut and drives off in a choking cloud of East Texas dust!