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April 18 2005
Thereâs bad news this week gang. This past week Jack Gourmet had a couple of the boys over to his place to watch a baseball game, and decided to grill a few quail for the occasion.
The grill was well broken in and Jack had a piece of stainless steel underneath to catch the coals that periodically fell out of the firebox.
While the birds were cooking, Jack pulled a metal military ammunition can out of the garage, and opened it up to reveal a brand new .45 cal. 1911A1 semi-automatic sitting on top of the hundreds of rounds of ammo.
Naturally everybody oohed and ahhed and wanted to get the heft of the little beauty.
Jack, ever the safety conscious one, raised a cautioning finger in the air and pushed the magazine release button, and removed the clip of bullets before handing it over to an admiring buddy.
His buddy bounced the gun in his hand a couple of times, pulled back the hammer, sighted in on the gas tank of Jackâs Harley and pulled the trigger.
Well, as luck would have it, Jack had forgotten to remove the round from the firing chamber. The round quite naturally went off and punched a hole in the gas tank of the Harley. The fuel started leaking out and made a beeline for the barbeque grill.
"Move the grill!" Someone shouted. And two of the boys moved the grill. But not the ammunition case. And by the time the fuel reached the hot coals on the stainless steel sheet and had ignited, nobody really felt like reaching into the flames for the box of .45 cal. Shells.
While everybody ran for cover, the burning fuel backtracked to the Harley, and the bike started to burn as all hell broke loose with .45 slugs going everywhere.
After the Fire Department got everything under control, and they had given the boys a good dressing down, they tried some of the quail. They thought it was excellent and asked for the recipe.
Jack wrote it down for them, and added; "The .45 slugs and the Harley fuel are optional."
One of the firemen hit him with his firemanâs helmet··A couple of times.