I am not sure If I have posted this story before but here it goes.
Those friends that have been reading my stories for years now, know that Sarge is a volunteer Teacher for the Colorado Division of Wildlife. He teaches the Hunter Education program. So our story begins down at the DOW Denver Headquarters:
Sarge opened the door to the Hunter Education building at 0630 this morning and then he unloaded 40 or 50 guns and a half a ton of equipment, visual aids, books, manuals and test booklets from his truck. From then on he was busy teaching and training 130 students. And now the class is over and Sarge has just finished cleaning all the guns, visual aids, etc and loaded them back in the truck. He has cleaned up the class room, vacuumed the carpet, put the targets all back and is now in the process of logging off in the computer that runs the range.
"What a day!" he thinks. Every student graduated and the lowest score was 85 % Although very happy about this success, Sarge is none the less, very tired and very hungry. He was too busy to grab lunch and the students had so many questions that he didn't have a break all day. And now his stomache is protesting.
"What is that?" Sarge thinks. "I smell food," he says to himself. "Naaa, I must be so hungry I am halucinating" he decides.
No, that is food Sarge smells. And he follows his nose out of the range and into one of the class rooms. There he discovers several ladies carrying platters of food, casarole dishes and slow cookers from which delicious aroma's are issuing. They began to set up tables and lay out the food dishes.
"Ahemm, Ma'am, how would a hungry man get some of this food?" asks Sarge politely.
The lady in charge looks Sarge up and down, noting his vest covered with NRA certification patches and medals from shooting sports.
"Are you a certified Range Safety Officer?" she asks.
"Yes Ma'am," replies Sarge pointing to the patch with the big RSO on it.
"Good!" she says, "Then you can work for your dinner. Sit down and I will bring you some food." she commands.
A half hour later and Sarge is finishing up his second plate of delicious lasangna. And some of the lovely ladies are standing by with pies and cakes and brownies for him to sample.
"Ohhhh," groans Sarge. "How could I get into your eating club?" asks Sarge.
"It isn't a eating club, it is a womans shooting club and you don't qualify, Ha ha" she joked but then turned real serious. "Our range officer couldn't make it tonight so now you work for you chow. Let's go! the girls are ready to shoot." she stated
Helping Sarge up from the table she steered him to the indoor Range and sure enough there were 21 women all carrying guns and boxes of ammo.
Sarge was very impressed with this 'women only' club. They were really serious, and at the same time were having fun.
And the women were from all walks of life, all ages. Sarge observed girls of 12 to 16 yrs of age shooting along side their mothers, and two grandmothers in their 70's shooting a .38 revolver and having a ball. All in all the club had fun, and learned how to avoid being a victim and how to defend themselves. One other thing Sarge observed.The clock.
It said 9:30 and Lt. Linda had been expecting Sarge home no later than 7
"Oh No!" Sarge thinks, "I better call her right now."
There is a phone in the Range Control booth so Sarge grabs it and dials home. And it goes like this.
"Hi Honey!" says Sarge
"Where are you? Did that old truck break down, do you need me to come and pick you up, I have been worried to death, Sarge!" says Lt. Linda.
"Ahhhh no the truck is fine, actually I have been kidnapped by a bunch of armed women. And they are holding me hostage." reports Sarge.
"You have been WHAT!" yells Lt.Linda.
"Linda, you don't believe me. Ohhh that you should not believe your wonderful husband, your protector and lover, your life mate, yourrr...."
"Cut the BS Sargeant where are you." demands Lt. Linda.
"I am at the DOW range with 21 women. They will not let me go until I work off what they paid me for." Sarge says truthfully.
"I can tell by your silence you do not believe me, dear." says Sarge, "So listen."
Sarge opens the contol room booth door and holds the phone outside. The BANG BANG, BOOM of guns can be clearly heard by Lt.Linda.
"Linda, Linda, I got to go they see me in here on the phone, DON'T PAY THE RANSOM Honey, I will try to get free!" And with that Sarge hangs up the phone.
Two hours later Sarges truck finally pulls into the drive way. After unloading all the guns, etc, Sarge peeks into the bedroom to see if Lt.Linda is asleep.
NOPE! she is sitting up in bed reading.
"Hi Honey, I got away!" Sarge rejoices.
"Come here!" Lt. Linda commands.
Sarge slowly shuffles his way to the bed.
"Bend down." she says.
Sarge hesitantly bends down to Linda.
"Snifffffff," she smells Sarges shirt front.
"OK all I smell is gun powder and Hoppes #9, you can come to bed." she states with a smile.
"Good night dear," Sarge says.
Sarge the Range Safety Officer