Hello, Jerry?
Oh, #@$@#! You again?
What do you mean?
You keep calling me? Why don't you leave me the $#$#@ alone?
Sorry. It's been a year.
Really now. What is it NOW???
Sorry, Jerry. I can tell you're busy.
Now, I'm not. I'm dead.
It happened again, Jerry. I got home from work tonight, and I just couldn't get myself in gear to go hunting. I have a deer at the processor, and -
AND????
I just remembered calling you last year. It felt good talking to you. I thought I'd call you again. I let Mooseboy shoot a deer with that Hawken. You should have seen his face when I just turned it over to him.
AND???
. . . and he shot it, and now it's a week later, and it's raining again, and I just can't seem to get going again. I'm home, with nothing to do.
AND???
Well, the Remington 742 . . .
Did you $#@$ it up?
I've retired it.
I told you that if you don't want it, to just give it back.
It's a little beyond that Jerry. I'm not complaining, mind you. I had 20 good years out of it. The gunsmith said he didn't want to work on it.
Send it back to Remington.
I tried Remington. They won't work on a 742 anymore.
Why not?
I guess it's been a long time.
And you're calling me to complain?
No, Jerry. I just wanted to thank you for twenty some years. It was a good rifle.
If you'd done like I said . . . Cripes, you still want me to take that $#@$ rifle back?
Jerry, that's not why I'm calling. I just wanted to say thank you.
Oh
We had some real laughs, didn't we?
Yeah. I guess we did.
I guess you dead guys can go boar hunting anytime you want.
No.
No? Why not?
You can, if you want. It's just that if you go boar hunting up here. . . well, the outcome is always predicatable.
You mean you always get something?
. . and it's big and the shot is always right where you want it, and the guide always gets run up a tree at least once, and it's always the biggest boar anyone has ever seen.
Does not sound too bad.
After a while, you just start thinking about turning the gun on yourself-- just for something different. That's the downside of this Heaven #@#@.
Oh.
Well, I'm putting the 742 up on the wall. It's next to the boar, and I'm putting that picture of us next to it.
That was a good trip. I still remember that bimbo you were doing. She couldn't believe it when we showed up with all that boar meat.
It tasted good, didn't it?
It was the best, brother.
I finally got a 35 Whelen-- just like we talked about.
That's nice.
It's a 7600. I got it to replace the 742.
That's a pump, right?
Yeah. It replaced the 760.
Sorry, I'm not following that sort of thing anymore. . . 35 Whelen? So you still thinking about moose?
Yeah, maybe one of these days.
Don't wait.
Why?
uh . . .
Oh yeah-- That. Well, Jerry. I just wanted to call and give you a howdy.
Yeah. Thanks.
Keep it strong, man.
Yeah. You too. (click)
Uh, Jerry?
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