The good and bad
The last week started out well with the anticipation of the arrival of a 20guage Parker. I've got a project 20 but this one promised to be in much better shape. A 1914 VHE with 30" barrels, straight grip stock, and a ivory bead sight. Canada Post predicted a Friday arrival and they were bang on. Unfortunately, the shotgun arrived Friday but we had something happen that muted the pleasure of its getting here. On Friday at around 4 am I let my two labs and the wife's little dog out for a nature call. The little fella was a rescue, but Jack Russel/Chihuahua cross is the best anyone could guess at. Less than a year old and I don't think he weighed 10 lbs, but a real sweetheart. My black lab will be 15 in a couple of months. He doesn't make it through the night without a break, and needs help up the stairs to get back in. My yellow lab is 4, but she's timid other than when hunting for some reason we've never figured out. My wife's other dog, a lapso aphso stayed inside. They were barking up a storm as usual but we don't have close neighbors so not a big deal. A coyote killed the little guy right in our driveway. We live in the country on the northern edge of cultivated land about 100 miles from the Northwest Territories Border. Lots of wildlife including coyotes and wolves around, but for the 15 years we lived here we never lost a cat or a dog to them. The wife is pretty torn up by losing the little guy. He was fearless and didn't understand he was a flyweight with a heavyweight's heart. From the tracks in the snow and location on the driveway he charged out to chase the intruder away. The labs followed but were too late to save him but the coyote did drop him and run. I dusted off the varmit rifle and I'm heading out to get some payback.
Oh, the VHE arrived and is nice, better than I expected. I'll post some photos in a few days.
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