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I've really put my poor ol' Jaeger through heck and back and that was just during her construction so I figure I owed her a name. I think I'll call her Old Thunder. The name fits. Let's hear some of the crazy names you folks have bestowed upon your smokepoles.
Lucifer is just one of my huntin' buddies. After I passed the first ball down his throat I thought to my self, "Looks like an angel and shoots like the devil!"
In England, they call a book of matches "lucifers". And when my Lucifer speaks, he lights 'em up.
But, somewhere in the mists that is what's left of my memory, I seem to remember a noted trail blazer had a rifle with the monicker of "Lucifer".
Take your pick. But whichever, he's been my hunting companion for some twenty odd seasons.
And in case if anyone is awondering, I do enjoy a fulltime night woman! Call me a sexist, but I seldom take a woman hunting with me. Then again, I hardly ever take anyone hunting with me.
Sorry, I haven't been posting much lately. They're going to be carving on my face like it a Thanksgiving Turkey, seems I've spent two much time in the sun over the years. But that's the least of it, can't get the stink of cigarettes out of my nose, and not one in the family here smokes. So the Doc has chalked me up for a head scan. But, don't put me in the ground yet. Even if they find something, and they can't do anything with it, I'm heading for the biggest, darkest woods I can find and disappearing. Going to live out my days like Sylvan Hart. I've rode life hard and surprised I ever made it this far. And I ain't going out laying down without a fight. Don't start feeling sorry for me, I'm not!
Just :m2c: