littlelady
God bless the USA
When we lived in Calvert, our next door neighbor had a mini farm. Wonderful people. Home schooled, 4-H, deeply religious, and very awesome. They had a shooting range in their back yard. They were so sweet to call us every time they were getting ready to shoot because our beloved dog, Cookie, would freak and poop and pee (she was a rescue and abused and hated loud noises). Hub and I would go over and shoot with them sometimes. And, the same said above, the cops were called every so often, and the cops would try out the weapons before they left. Good times. Miss it.
Also, we lived on Long's Cove and the run off was in back of the house (feeds into Cypress Swamp), so there was no way anyone would be injured. The average lot on my street was 4 acres. We were on 5. It was like shooting into the woods.
Also, we lived on Long's Cove and the run off was in back of the house (feeds into Cypress Swamp), so there was no way anyone would be injured. The average lot on my street was 4 acres. We were on 5. It was like shooting into the woods.
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