ep043 The Prehistoric Monster

Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, showing rare courage in the face of disaster, in the air, on horseback, or in a screaming squad car.

Ranger Bill, his mind alert, a ready smile, unswerving, loyal to his mission. And all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done." The other day Henry Stumpig, Graywolf, and I were cleaning our rifles.

Next to his horse, a Ranger values his Winchester 30-06 rifle the most, and he keeps its sparkling clean and ready for instant action. His life may hinge on the dependability of his rifle in time of danger.

Of course, the old timer doesn't use our standard equipment rifle. He's got old bets. He is bold action, 30-30, with an extra long barrel. But who can shoot like the old timer? As we cleaned our rifles, we got to making chin music about the old days.

Henry always likes to hear the old timer talk about the narrow escapes he's had. And then I had a surprise for the boys. But it's about time for us to get into the story and here it comes the prehistoric monster. Say I can see my face in the barrel of my rifle. It's so clean. Yeah,

what's your face doing inside your rifle barrel, sonny? It ain't no place for I'm going to draw! You know what I mean. Here, take a look. Oh, there's a clean barrel. You're on a machine.

You're planning a good look now. You brag about how clean guy is. You said it, Graywall. Well, whole timer. What do you see? She is back at dirt. You do not. No! Let me give a good long hard look.