@ my belove son in which I'm proud off. I taught him to kill starting at age 4. We started by pulling wings from butterfly's, then we would burn ants with the magnifying glass. Such good times. We bonded so good. Then I bought him his first b.b. gun, imagine how proud I was when he shot his first humming bird, I cried. Then we got his first 22 rifle. The poor squirrels and rabbits never stood a chance. I tell you the truth their were dead carcasses all over Tenessee. Oh was I a proud. Then he moved up to killing deers. I would tie the deer to a fence post and let him blast away. We would just laugh and laugh and laugh. It was great. Whenever someone would disappear the law always came talking to us. I taught my son not only how to kill but also to deceive and evade the law. Once again we would just laugh and laugh at the foolish search party's digging around. We had such good times. Then I had to get him out of Tennessee and move him to Kentucky. The law was after him like stink on poop. It got to the point were we could hardly kill and have fun because we were being watched so close.
Oh son I'm so proud, now you are a top killer of dogfight. Thank you dogfight for now we can kill legally and satisfy our desires.