I was in my garage, cleaning an old Stevens 67E pump, 18.75" bbl, 12 gauge shotgun that I picked up. I had finally got around to breaking it down for a good cleaning and oiling because the old lube had turned to varnish. As I was at my workbench, my dog Len was watching me work. He loves keeping me company in the shop.
The gun was reassembled and working real slick with fresh lube. I was holding it at port arms, admiring how nice it looked. All of a sudden, Len burst to his feet and belted out a loud 'bark-bark-bark!' I looked in the direction that Len was facing and there was someone who had been looking in through the decorative windows along the top of my garage door. It just so happened that I was standing there with the shotgun in hand and a large angry barking dog. The stranger quickly disappeared. This happened in less than a second. I walked over to look out the window but the stranger had run off.
Didn't even have time to rack the slide. I'm still laffin'.
The gun was reassembled and working real slick with fresh lube. I was holding it at port arms, admiring how nice it looked. All of a sudden, Len burst to his feet and belted out a loud 'bark-bark-bark!' I looked in the direction that Len was facing and there was someone who had been looking in through the decorative windows along the top of my garage door. It just so happened that I was standing there with the shotgun in hand and a large angry barking dog. The stranger quickly disappeared. This happened in less than a second. I walked over to look out the window but the stranger had run off.
Didn't even have time to rack the slide. I'm still laffin'.






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