I prefer rifles.
August 11, 2018
[Sherry was on the Huffman family farm and was given an opportunity to throw a tomahawk at the end of a log. She wasn’t interested and gave this as the reason. This was an excellent way decline in a manner which endeared her to me.
Also, from the same day, she acted as a chair for my grandson Bryce:
We didn’t get to the rifles or the Boomerite this weekend. We will make it happen someday.—Joe]