he would have made a good redneck.

i look out the window one saturday morning to see reed in his boots with a pistol in hand.  he had targets set up and was going to town.  about a week later, i was cooking supper while he was outside doing the same thing.  in the dark.  i hear a very loud, "whoooooohooooo" and then he rushes in to tell me that he hit the little one.  in the dark.

"yes, my little redneck, i heard you.  i bet the neighbors did, too!"  :)