To See The Preacherman
When I finally arrived at Preacherman's bungalow, Lawdog and Tole were waiting for me. As we chatted, it was as though I had known the Texas lawman for years. Finally, Ambulance Driver arrived, and the conversation really took off. From disoriented patients and nurses to bizarre townsfolk, the discussion was animated and at times profane. It was a good time for all, and a welcome relief for me.
We ate at one of the Padre's favorite Cajun restaurants, and by necessity, the conversation became more sedate. Back at the bungalow, the Padre broke out his Kel Tec SU-16C to show around. It was a neat little carbine, light and quick. Before long, quite a few firearms were being uncovered, examined and discussed. Ambulance Driver expressed a desire for a 1911, but did not know where to turn. Here's your link AD.
After a while, Preacherman broke out spirits from South Africa, and the talk turned to world travels, Jeff Cooper on safari, scout rifles, and the various ways of holding and controling a firearm in different scenerios.
The sun came up this morning to find five gunnies sacked out around the house in sleeping bags. The previous night we had joked that if there were a home invasion, once the cordite cleared, AD could patch the misguided soul up and keep the airway moving air while I dug out the lead for Tole to reload. Lawdog could arrest and interrogate him and Preacherman could take his confession or administer last rites as needed. One stop home invasion intervention.
Back home now, I have to prepare for a hoity toity function with the wife. I'm not expecting nearly as much fun. Which tie goes with a Colt New Agent?