Yeah, that is a 1965
or '66 Mercury with a same year SS
Since that's 46-years ago it would have to be LawChicks grandmother
as a young woman. Great-grandad watching for the lightning to strike.
Still, with Southern women -- their male relatives and progenitors having seen military service back to The War of Jenkins' Ear -- usually know how to shoot. Probably describe themselves, as, "okay", or "pretty good"
(which up North would mean expert if not marksman for a man), and the special recipes passed down for generations among the ladies on powder brand, grain count, and semi-wadcutter versus hollow-point are secret even from the men around them.
In this state was that 1980's advertising business about, "Don't Mess With Texas",
actually adapted from a century of smokeless powder firearms-qualified ladies in muttered asides in the best redneck stories where "don't mess with exe's"
in the side-splitting but sobering punch line to who's-got-the-best-scar story after the first sixteen beers.
But don't be surprised that the '80's campaign was about littering. Ya'll go home, but we live here. When Lady Bird gave ol' Lyndon the look
he (literally, it's a true story) gathered the Democratic National Committee, the Senate leadership, the House Dems and the entire White House staff in a too small room and told 'em in no uncertain words that this Highway Beautification Act would
be passed. Pronto. (There's a finality to the correct pronunciation of that word that old Texans have mastered).
So I hope with the above context that all will appreciate that I described six impossible things
no doubt learned at grandma's knee, for, to
1] Take the head off a moving snake
2] At thirty yards
3] With a snubbie
4] Through a major leg muscle
5] With an accurately calculated angle-of-bullet-deflection
6] After poppin' leather; all in 3/10's of a second
is not outside possiblity with what Yanks too willingly believe is just demure and soft-spoken.
So . . if they is serious
'bout snakes, you, too, like great-grandaddy messin' with the fire pit will be a'watchin' that lady from an eye corner. If the gaze locks and the pupil dilates . . best to know which direction to dive.
(I sure hope this makes that lady laugh. It's a really long way around Arkansas from here. You know, when she says that this is my
state . . . ?)