After services this morning, it was time for this Panda and me to have our own 'come to Jesus' time.
Every once in a while, a neck would catch on it's way out the door. I'm slower than molasses in January when comes to shooting but sure enough, it would happen every time a condition was just hangin' there and begging for me to send one more down there.
Take
that, you stinkin' ejection port!
Good shootin' -Al