So, my title is just as is states! Who knew living in a small town could be so exciting.
The story goes...
A couple of weeks ago, my mother asked me if I had gotten into our family pick-up over the weekend. "No, why?" I asked. She
proceeded to tell me that someone had gotten into the cab and rifled through the
glove box and arm rest, they had also pushed the seats forward and looked for any "hidden treasure." It was
apparent that they didn't want our full sized blow-up air mattress, or a car insurance card that didn't belong to them, or a trailer hitch, or an old beef flavored dog biscuit. DARN!!! They sure picked the wrong vehicle to rummage through, and the wrong driveway full of cars to get anything good out of...WRONG
A couple of days after all this happened, my dad came home and asked if I had taken his shotgun from his work truck. "No, why?" I again asked. "Well, because my shotgun is gone!" he boldly stated to me with a hint of regret in his eyes.
You see, his shotgun belonged to his Grandad, my Great Grandad. It was manufactured
in 1905, making this shotgun over 100 years old. It holds
sentimental value more than
anything else. And, me being the outdoor-
sy daughter that I am and enjoying the days
shooting trap or skeet, or occasional goose hunting (another post will soon come telling you all
about my first goose hunting trip! GET EXCITED!) it made me sad too :( Beings that I too own
a gun that belonged to my Grandad.
So, as you would guess. My parents went on with the regular actions that one would take when something gets stolen. They informed the town police, gave the make and model of the gun, the description of some distinguishing marks, minus the serial number which my dad had never taken the time to look at and memorize or take the time to write down. So, as again you might guess the sheriff said the possibilities of finding it were looking slim. He informed us that he would turn in this information to the surrounding pawn shops, which again you might guess are few and far between beings that I live in a town in the middle of NO WHERE Nebraska, and would inform us of any news that came up...
...completion of this story will come. I have to get back to work.
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KaytP.S. I have lots of good post stories, I just have a hard time finding the actual time to post. So, look forward to my exciting news and adventures.
P.S.S. I really miss hockey, but that didn't stop me from voting for
Chay Genoway as the Hobey Baker
recipient. You should do it to! NOW!
P.S.S.
Kels, I miss you like crazy! You should let me know when the 10% society is having their spring drag show. I really want to come! Because, you know...it's what we do!