A favourite customer .

[comanche 3,374]

One of my  favourite  customers is an elderly widow.  She called today and opened with " Hello my dear. I am sorry. I know it's  Saturday but l've got one of the buggers asleep on my lawn ."

Ten minutes later l coasted the van to a halt at the top of her drive .  Popping a couple of bullets into the old Brno l snuck on foot toward her cottage.

Rounding the corner of an old stable l spotted  the  " bugger" concerned.  

It  roused  ,looked up ,then went to sleep again ,permanently. 

Job done l was met at the cottage door by  the old lady who had been watching from the window .  Sadly l noted that she had taken to a wheel  chair since my last visit. She was still perky though and full of old-timey type stories .  After a few minutes of chatting something  caught my eye   . Another " bugger" was coming down the garden towards us . It might not have seen us due to the lay of the garden  but it must've  heard our voices.

The lady being chair- bound and hence too low to see the " bugger" herself nevertheless  twigged my improvised  sign language and froze as l crouched to reload the rifle. 

Slouching along behind a hedge brought me closer to  the offending " bugger".     A conveniently placed disused   beehive offered a bit more  cover and something for me to use as a rifle rest .   

I crawled into  position . Whereupon did l realise that the hive wasn't  actually disused !

Luckily the occupants were too busy enjoying the Spring sunshine to notice me .   They certainly  left me alone long enough to deal with Bugger number 2.

 

Edited yesterday at 23:10 by comanche

[mackem 31,632]

22 hours ago, comanche said:

One of my  favourite  customers is an elderly widow.  She called today and opened with " Hello my dear. I am sorry. I know it's  Saturday but l've got one of the buggers asleep on my lawn ."

Ten minutes later l coasted the van to a halt at the top of her drive .  Popping a couple of bullets into the old Brno l snuck on foot toward her cottage.

Rounding the corner of an old stable l spotted  the  " bugger" concerned.  

It  roused  ,looked up ,then went to sleep again ,permanently. 

Job done l was met at the cottage door by  the old lady who had been watching from the window .  Sadly l noted that she had taken to a wheel  chair since my last visit. She was still perky though and full of old-timey type stories .  After a few minutes of chatting something  caught my eye   . Another " bugger" was coming down the garden towards us . It might not have seen us due to the lay of the garden  but it must've  heard our voices.

The lady being chair- bound and hence too low to see the " bugger" herself nevertheless  twigged my improvised  sign language and froze as l crouched to reload the rifle. 

Slouching along behind a hedge brought me closer to  the offending " bugger".     A conveniently placed disused   beehive offered a bit more  cover and something for me to use as a rifle rest .   

I crawled into  position . Whereupon did l realise that the hive wasn't  actually disused !

Luckily the occupants were too busy enjoying the Spring sunshine to notice me .   They certainly  left me alone long enough to deal with Bugger number 2.

 

I really enjoyed reading that mate,thanks for the write up