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Lesson Learned the Hard Way!

     Another time the Rupe twins and I were doing some target shooting with their BB gun when one of them decided it would be neat to shoot at a jar on a fence post. I never remember which twin did what; they were both pretty ornery, but they were my friends and they could talk me into most anything that they wanted unless I could clearly see that I was going to get the worst of the deal.
     On this particular day, they convinced me to place this quart jar up on a fence post as they stepped off the paces to where we would shoot. My instincts told me to watch out because , even though they were my friends and we played together a lot, I never really trusted them enough to turn my back on them. I very cautiously started up with the jar with one eye on the one with the BB gun and “you guessed it”! Just as I was about to turn loose , “pow”! One of them shot and missed the entire jar, but did not miss me. The bb connected with my wrist bone. It didn’t break the skin, but I had a pretty colorful wrist for several days.        
     They really thought that was funny until they realized that if I said anything to my parents and it got back to their Dad that they had shot me, they would get the beating of their lives. Of course, I never told, but I sure held it over their heads for a long time. I saw their Mom a few years ago and told her the story and she said , “the boys had a right to be scared because Doc would surely have taken a belt to them.”
Eulene (Noblett) Teakell, Class of 1960

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