well,

here we go,


dad loved and collected guns.
he loved to shoot and hunt.
he taught all the kids to shoot and respect guns.
he never taught us to pull the bullets off the casings
spill the gunpowder on a brick and put a match to it..
we kinda figured it out for ourselves.

then one day he caught wind of it and pounded the living crap out of me cause i was the oldest.
( in case you are wondering i use "pounding the living crap out of me" because...
a) it makes my dad seem like he was pure evil
b) come on, we were just playing with live ammunition!
c) no one had their eye put out
d) since we were behaving lately, he needed a chance to
vent some male hormones and show us he was boss.)

the lesson he taught me, my brothers got to watch my dad abuse me so the lesson was not lost on them!!!!

needless to say, we learned our lessons
and all my brothers are very good marksmen!