I just love this, setting here with the temp in the 60's f. today I was thinking along these lines.

I wipe out loads for my home built, step out the back door and blaze away, I actually hit the target, life is good. I step back in the shop, say to myself, now all I've got left to do is get the ammo loaded, pack and head out for sunny Africa.

Along about late afternoon, we run across old daga boy, I'm thinking break him down and then it a cold one for me and the PH after the pictures, dern it sure has been hot.

Next thing I know, I hear someone on the radio calling for the air ambulance. I'm thinking that old daga ran over me at the shot and how the heck did I miss?

After the medico explains to me what really happened, I was thinking maybe the old boys that did the proof act way back when were thinking about the dude that was leaving sunny old London and heading for that warmer clime? Just a thought!