I suppose the dry spell had to dry up at some point, but at least it did in an amusing way…
My nephew Logan and I were getting ready to go out to the trap range at my local rod and gun club, when we saw a champagne colored Toyota Sienna minivan pull into the driveway, we have a long driveway, so it’s clear the occupants of the vehicle meant to drive in
Out of the minivan step two middle age men wearing dark suits, automatically I’m on the defensive as I don’t know anyone who would voluntarily wear that crap, especially on a Saturday, but also because I just plain hate suits anyway (yes, both clothing and people “suits”) so they’re already starting out in the negative impression area
They walk up on the porch, uninvited, clearly expressing intent to trespass, I motion to Logan to break open the action on his shotgun as it looks less intimidating (we both have H&R single shot break action shotguns), mine is already broken open, as I carry it that way out of habit, the guns are safely pointed at the floor, but clearly visible
They approach the door, their vapid smiles vanishing as soon as they see two people armed with shotguns at the door, their approach slows and they seem to take a step back…
They gather their bravery and knock…
I open the door…
What do you want… (Said in a gruff, no nonsense voice)
“We’re from the local Jehovah’s Witness church, can we speak to you?”
No, we’re busy
“It’ll just take a minute”
No, we’re on the way to the trap range, please leave
“Are you sure you can’t take some time to talk”
No, we’re not interested, please go away, and don’t bother coming back, we’re not interested in your little cult, we really need to get to the trap range before they close
“Can we at least give you these watchtowers.”
Well, okay, if that will make you leave
“Here”
Thank you <pause> (as they are walking away, I say loud enough for them to hear) these will make great targets for the rifle range
As they walk back toward their minivan, I lock the door and Logan and I walk toward my car, with our shotguns pointed towards the ground, we load them into the hatch of my Rabbit, and close the door, I send one last withering glare their way as they back out of the driveway at a rather good clip…
I hope they won’t bother us anymore, next time I might have to break out my Mosin-Nagant 91/30 with bayonet (six feet of Russian Nastiness, a pointy stick that also goes BANG!) it makes my shotgun look like a Daisy Red Ryder
Note- to any anti-gun types, at no point were firearms pointed at the drones or used in a threatening manner, even I would find that behavior rude and unacceptable, the drones legitimately interrupted us while we were getting ready to go to the trap range, the fact that we had guns with us was irrelavent, they were just something we had in hand, the guns were unloaded, and broken open, the ammo was in the car and not easily accessible, as we were in the house