No Gun, No Business.

When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go

I see that damn Anjin is telling stories again. It is true…one thing for certain, he doesn’t lie. So, let me set the record straight.

Grace did in fact drop two dogs with three shots. My 30-30 was gifted to me by her father, so she’d probably fired it more than me. Obviously, she knew how to handle it. There was one head on the boat…it was in use…and like everyone, she had to do her morning business. She couldn’t get off the boat because of the dog pack, so she took matters into her own hands. Shot those fucking dogs, grabbed some paper, and headed for the woods. I told asked her to stay in sight, and she asked me if I was some kind of a pervert who wanted to watch. She did stay in view, and I did watch…not in detail though. Anyone ever seen a woman do her business with a loaded and cocked 30-30? I have. Anyway, you’ve got to do what you have to do when you need to do it. No big deal. Anjin jumped overboard and did his business in the river. I waited for Precious to finish in the head, so I got a real seat. She was like, ” who’s shooting?” Luck…not that I care. Grace replaced the three cartridges, and left my rifle on deck…next to a winch bucket…within her reach. I only heard her say “motherfuckers” about ten times. She was pissed, but she killed the perceived threat…just like most smart women will do.

Anjin and I had a “come to Jesus” conversation on the foredeck shortly thereafter…we decided…”don’t fuck with them, they’re fucking crazy.” We did and didn’t, if you know what I mean.

Before the race, I put my rifle in the trunk of my car…with these two on board…no telling. I wouldn’t have put it past them to open fire on the lead boat.

Grace still has a small scar on her neck…Precious’s arm healed fine… and we have a story…and we still talk.

Amazing!