Richard - Our fathers must have been twins separated at birth. My dad was a city boy who, during his early career at DuPont moved a lot. At one house, they had a chicken coop. A rat kept chewing up thru the floor of the coop and raising hell with the chickens. He got the bright idea to sit in the coop at dusk, armed with a golf club (7 iron?) When the rat stuck his head up, Dad, using the correct overlapping grip, swung mightily at the rat. He was never sure if he killed it or not, butr he did say that there were a helluvalot of chickens flying around blindly in the dark. Not good.
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