July 29 2006

Well gang, this week is the 7th anniversary of the passing of "Lucky" the three legged dog. In response to quite a few requests from new comers to the club, we will recount his sad story.
All the regulars at the shooting ranges from those days fondly remember "Lucky".
It seems that "Lucky" was with his master and some of his master’s friends when they started shooting clay pigeons.
The very first clay pigeon was mistaken by "Lucky" to be a frizzbee, and "Lucky" went up and caught it. He just loved catching a frizzbee.
Well, his master missed the clay pigeon and, luckily only blew off "Lucky’s" right front leg.
Some months later, while soaking up beers with the boys, and forgetting that "Lucky" was in the neighborhood, his master and his friends started tossing clay pigeons out the back of a pick-up truck and blasting them with twelve gauge shot guns.
About the third or fourth clay pigeon, "Lucky" leapt from out of nowhere and nailed it.
His master didn’t miss either, this time.
And that was the end of good ‘ol "Lucky"
"Lucky" was buried with full honors behind the firing line of the skeet range out near our club house.
His master had his tombstone made in the shape of a frizzbee. Or, a clay pigeon, depending on how you look at it.
Nice touch, don’t you think?

Till next week
Helga Biermeister
Secretary