Load your own bullets

Roy lives down the road from me. He's never done anything except draw a monthly disability check, deer hunt, trap, cut timber, snake logs, father seven kids and make a little whiskey. Anyway, he had killed so many deer that it just wasn't a challenge. He shot them with the gun over his shoulder using a mirror, between his legs, blindfolded; he's long bowed, crossed bowed, speared, wrestled (even with his bad back), spear gunned, snared, you name it.


He began loading his own amo. He developed a bullet that sped through the air creating the venturi effect or something similar. Really. So he loaded one of those magic bullets and headed out. He caught a huge buck in the edge of a corn field, shifted his dip to the other side, slowly took aim and squeezed off. The bullet passed in front of the buck's nostrils and instantly sucked all the air from its lungs causing their total collapse. Unfortunately a doe stepped up close enough that she passed out from the lack of oxygen. Roy performed mouth to nose and brought her back. Then he took out his knife and made a slice across the buck's gonads. That old buck gasped in terror returning air to its lungs, gathered his feet and bolted, leaving Roy holding a case knife in one hand and a gonad in the other. I was having tinder-loin and eggs at his house when he told me. I told him that he was a d---- lier. He gave me that nasty little smile showing those three teeth. I ran to the door and spat out what I thought was badly prepaired loin a minute earlier and tried to keep the rest down.


Roy leaned back in his dining chair and said "I'll call this my nut and bolt story"

You know, he hunted ole "One-der-boy" for years; from time to time Roy saw his huge tracks on a muddy road crossing but that one cylinder buck never again came out in the light of day.