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The frail Old Lady, with her uncertain gait, wasn't any of that when it came to aiming her trusty 'double barrel' at the sinister creatures from the swamp, should they come at night, as they usually did, and dare to trespass...
In her world, nothing was more vital for survival than a generous supply of ammo to feed her rifle. The monstrous head of the devilish boar that she kept in the attic as a trophy, was a silent testimony to her courage, her shooting skills, as well as to the need to stay vigilant at all times... Especially so when the sun went down, and darkness and mist engulfed the heather fields around the house. Because that was the time when the swamp creatures usually began searching for food...
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Great story José and photos. The old lady is one tough cookie.
ReplyDeleteHaha,thanks Rebecca! She is indeed!!! :)
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