speaking of summer, i went to my grandparents for a cookout yesterday. they live in the city but my grandfather has a good two acres, not including the greenhouse, surrounded by a cemetary on one side and the back with a machine shop to the other side. it's basically deserted on weekends and holidays.
'round about 7:30 i went for a walk with a beer in both hands. i saw three groundhogs poking around way in the back, groundhogs are bad for the "garden" (garden takes up just about an acre). mind you my grandfather is 78, has had triple bypass and this is about the time he settles in for the evening. i told him about the groundhogs when i made my way back to the house. and he pops up and said 'i have smokebombs. you want to go groundhog huntin'?' SURE. i waited for a moment while he gathered his shoes and smokebombs. i was watching some people play cards and he yelled from the door, 'YOU READY?' 'what are you two running off for?' he hells back, 'WE'RE GOING GROUNDHOG HUNTING.' on our walk he grabs two pitch forks and tells me, 'here's your weapon.' he had smoke bombs in his back pocket, a pitchfork in one hand and a .22 in the other.
^that's the family i love