If you look in the lower right hand corner of the window in the door…is there a little girl in the backyard? it’s kind of hard to see because the pane is so dark, but I it looks like it, doesn’t it?
i thought the same thing… then i thought maybe it was just “rural yard art” which could be some plastic statue of a naked kid whizzing into a pond. i would think a real child would be traumatized…
oh and i once my grandma saw a rattle snake near her front door and went in to get her 12 gauge shotgun and blew it away…snake was about 10 ft long- true story. (i wouldnt lie to you) so i could relate to this pic although i’m not sure whatkindof varmit she was holding in the pic…psooibly a coon?-i dunno.
Notice the rifle? Looks like a plain, old lever action .22. She’s probably had it for 50 years…or more. Heck, she was probably shootin’ tin cans off the fence with it when she was knee high to a pig.
I love this photo for all of the little things you have to go looking for. Like the gun that I assumed was a broom, the animal (that I didn’t know what that was), and if you look outside, it looks like she was shooting in her back yard that has a baby swing set. She’s keeping the play yard free of vermin, Texas-style! Watch out kids.
“Eleanor? Where’s my pantsuit?” TEN MINUTES LATER. “Eleanor? Have you seen my rifle?” TWENTY MINUTES LATER. “Eleanor? Where on Earth is Billy Badger? He’s not in his cage.” THIRTY MINUTES LATER. “Eleanor, I want a divorce.”
I wonder if this yummy critter would meet with Marney’s approval? I’m guessing as long as they bring it in a casserole dish with the proper lid – they’d be fine.
This looks ALOT like my great grandmother – who was a farmers wife in West Virginia..In fact, that rickety Sears Swingset is most likely next to the open Well that we were all warned about NOT FALLING IN.
As one of 27 first cousins, we always knew there was another one to take our place should we fall in the well, poke the rabid raccoon or otherwise piss off our elders.
Ah the tetnus carrying rusted swing set. We had one of those too. You could always tell when the septic system was getting ready to go because the ground around it got a little softer. Also loved the way one anchor was always loose so you could actually pull it out of the ground if you got pumping and swinging hard enough. Ah, that which did not kill us made us stronger.
Only one mistake with this picture. She is could quite possibly be from the rural south where grandmothers can and do indeed dispatch rodents with ease. However, her correct title would be Meemaw or Big Mamma, not Granny. My friends grandfather, Big Daddy, had a racoon coat out of the critters his wife cleared out of the fields. She claimed it was the only way she was ever going to get a fur coat.
well, on the beverly hillbillies, before they loaded up the truck and moved to beverly–hills that is, swimmin pools, movie stars–granny came from bugtussle tennessee. and she was called granny. so, i beg to differ with you.
The badger might have as well escaped after the whole family had cornered it…but it’s fateful mistake was charging at grandma…expecting her to be the easy gateway to freedom
Grandma Jones was tired of winter. The long,dreary nights had taken their toll and she decided to take matters into her own hands. Some say she snapped. Others say it was premeditated. Either way, Punxsutawney Phil had seen his last dawn.
I agree! I’m reading all these scroll down comments wondering how miniscule your screens can possibly be! I can see all the pictures in their entirely from work, home, laptop, and friends computers.
Spic and Span automatically makes us think it is about cleaning. They definately intended us to think this way. This lady lives in a different era than I do, that’s for sure.
i dunno–granny in that unsightly get up with the little beast by the tail? (or leg, or whatever…) thats pretty awkward any way you slice it–backyard, kitchen or at a sunday go to meetin… just plain awkward.
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go grandma!
87 comments and not one cross-bow reference…hmmmm…seems appropriate
well, come to think of it, she coulda gotten more than one with a compound bow…
I’m hoping that isn’t a house pet she killed.
not a smart idea to tell this woman you don’t want possum for supper. She’s still got the gun
If you look in the lower right hand corner of the window in the door…is there a little girl in the backyard? it’s kind of hard to see because the pane is so dark, but I it looks like it, doesn’t it?
i thought the same thing… then i thought maybe it was just “rural yard art” which could be some plastic statue of a naked kid whizzing into a pond. i would think a real child would be traumatized…
OK…who took a pic of my Granny without me knowing about it?!? O_o
“Badgers? We don’t need no stinkin’ badgers!”
*zing* niceeee one peeete!
awesome comment Pete
It don’t ever pay to sass Grammy.
Gramma’s got guns…and a gun!
Looks like the other white meat…from the garden no less!
Grandma never was much of a “cat person.”
oh and i once my grandma saw a rattle snake near her front door and went in to get her 12 gauge shotgun and blew it away…snake was about 10 ft long- true story. (i wouldnt lie to you) so i could relate to this pic although i’m not sure whatkindof varmit she was holding in the pic…psooibly a coon?-i dunno.
Granny’s been teaching the Junior Sunday School for years now. Looks like this week’s object lesson’s gonna be a real killer.
Fifty years later Ralphie was still happy he got an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle for Christmas.
Big Daddy Johnny Ray’s new Christmas Hat: the before picture…
Oh please, let that be me in fifty years! (I don’t have any practice shooting critters yet, but I do have a lever-action rifle…)
Notice the rifle? Looks like a plain, old lever action .22. She’s probably had it for 50 years…or more. Heck, she was probably shootin’ tin cans off the fence with it when she was knee high to a pig.
Goddamit! That’s MY nana!!
Is she wearing gloves so the cops won’t find the fingerprints?
LOL!!!
Oh my goodness, Granny RULES.
I love this photo for all of the little things you have to go looking for. Like the gun that I assumed was a broom, the animal (that I didn’t know what that was), and if you look outside, it looks like she was shooting in her back yard that has a baby swing set. She’s keeping the play yard free of vermin, Texas-style! Watch out kids.
This would not be out of the ordinary in the town I used to live in, strangely enough.
Now when she prepares this, it must be put in a regulation sized casserole dish with a lid and a serving spoon.
I am literally laughing out loud. In my house. by myself. my dogs thing I’m crazy.
glad I could brighten your day
LOL! NANA!! So am I! We’re living a parallel universe!
Jingle Bells, Shotgun Shells
Granny’s got the Gun
Shot Me in the Underwear,
“cause I forgot to run
“Eleanor? Where’s my pantsuit?” TEN MINUTES LATER. “Eleanor? Have you seen my rifle?” TWENTY MINUTES LATER. “Eleanor? Where on Earth is Billy Badger? He’s not in his cage.” THIRTY MINUTES LATER. “Eleanor, I want a divorce.”
MMMMMM…..granny makes such good gravy!!
I wonder if this yummy critter would meet with Marney’s approval? I’m guessing as long as they bring it in a casserole dish with the proper lid – they’d be fine.
This looks ALOT like my great grandmother – who was a farmers wife in West Virginia..In fact, that rickety Sears Swingset is most likely next to the open Well that we were all warned about NOT FALLING IN.
As one of 27 first cousins, we always knew there was another one to take our place should we fall in the well, poke the rabid raccoon or otherwise piss off our elders.
That is wonderful! Too bad I don’t have a well in my backyard to put the new swingset next to!
“poke the rabid raccoon”
That sure beats “pin the tail on the donkey” for fun at Little Tommy’s birthday party…
Ah the tetnus carrying rusted swing set. We had one of those too. You could always tell when the septic system was getting ready to go because the ground around it got a little softer. Also loved the way one anchor was always loose so you could actually pull it out of the ground if you got pumping and swinging hard enough. Ah, that which did not kill us made us stronger.
yes! we tipped over a few of those in our day!
Um how about Granny’s sassy jammies.
“I love pot luck, but we can’t keep asking grandma to bring the main course”
Only one mistake with this picture. She is could quite possibly be from the rural south where grandmothers can and do indeed dispatch rodents with ease. However, her correct title would be Meemaw or Big Mamma, not Granny. My friends grandfather, Big Daddy, had a racoon coat out of the critters his wife cleared out of the fields. She claimed it was the only way she was ever going to get a fur coat.
so true.
well, on the beverly hillbillies, before they loaded up the truck and moved to beverly–hills that is, swimmin pools, movie stars–granny came from bugtussle tennessee. and she was called granny. so, i beg to differ with you.
We called my granny “Granny”, and she too had better aim than most. Granny is a quite common reference in the South.
The badger might have as well escaped after the whole family had cornered it…but it’s fateful mistake was charging at grandma…expecting her to be the easy gateway to freedom
grAnnie Get Your Gun!
I wonder what Marley would say about this for Thanksgiving…..
this was marney’s mom. no wonder she was so picky picky picky!
as long as it was served in a “regulation” dish…… with a SERVING spoon!
You three win for the best thread!!
and don’t forget the lid!
is that a tasmanian devil?
Aside from the oddness of Grandma with a shotgun in one hand and a dead animal in the other…those steps behind her look dangerously steep.
uhm, i think that is a wood paneled door. =0)
AAAAAAAH I THINK THATS A DOOR
Steps? I think it’s a door.
Hey, I was thinking that too, but I think that’s a door. The open area at the top of the “steps” looks like panes of glass in the top of the door.
I thought they were steep steps also, but looked a little more and I think it is a door.
Oh, yeah…I see it now.
hey no matter how old ya are… Go Grandma! Shes probally a better shot than most kids nowadays
Lovely ensemble. Plaid on plaid, it works every time.
PLAID………………..THE NEW BLACK
80 is also the new 30
possum is the new fillet mignon
The change from top to bottom is so subtle I thought it was a onesie at first.
and matching gloves!
I”m kind of sad…but laughing…is that a cat?
Blessedly, the tail isn’t long enough to be a cat.
looks a little like my cat!! who is NOT missing…
Grandma Jones was tired of winter. The long,dreary nights had taken their toll and she decided to take matters into her own hands. Some say she snapped. Others say it was premeditated. Either way, Punxsutawney Phil had seen his last dawn.
Amazing. I close my eyes and see it as a Far Side cartoon. Wonderful picture, great comment.
I am CRYING that comment was too funny!
Grandma’s got a stylish outfit to shoot critters.
and sensible shoes to boot!
Oh.
That is absolutely spectacular.
It may well be me in 30 years, but it is still spectacular.
Critter stew tonight paw!
OMG..this granny is the best! Does she hire out?
When do we eat?
haha! That’s AWESOME!
“If that blasted husband of mine brings home ONE MORE DEAD BADGER…”
mmm…loooks like raccoon or possum, I can’t quite see.
It’s a ground hog. I’d shoot the one in our yard if I had Granny’s aim and her gun!
But the question is – why did she bring it INTO the house???
Yep: our Discovery Channel watchin’ pals don’t know a g.hog when they see one…
Hey, give Granny some cred–she shot that badger herself!
This was awesome scrolldown.
Oh, it’s a picture of grandma.
Oh my, she’s got gloves and is holding something that might be a mop or broom – guess it’s a picture of her cleaning.
OMG, that’s some sort of dead animal.
OM*G, that’s not a mop!
Exactly my thought process too!
exactly my experience !!
Ha ha, my thoughts too!
mine too!!!! i was thinking what could possibly be awkward about granny with a mop?
same thought process!!
Think you need to spend some money on a new monitor for your computer…
I see all of the possum, and can see that its a rifle in her left hand …
I think I need to spend some money on a monitor. That can’t be a possum. It’s too hairy and where is the long, skinny, gross tail?
I agree! I’m reading all these scroll down comments wondering how miniscule your screens can possibly be! I can see all the pictures in their entirely from work, home, laptop, and friends computers.
I’m on this site way too much.
I’m from the South. This is not awkward at all, it’s commonplace!
Exactly!!
Spic and Span automatically makes us think it is about cleaning. They definately intended us to think this way. This lady lives in a different era than I do, that’s for sure.
This needs to be made into a postcard.
Hey kiddies! Dinner! Granny’s back from huntin’!
Nothin says lovin like possum in the oven.
i do, however, find this picture quite funny and did not see it coming as i scrolled down. more of a wt* than awkward, though.
If it was in the back yard it would not be awkward. In the kitchen – AWKWARD!
i dunno–granny in that unsightly get up with the little beast by the tail? (or leg, or whatever…) thats pretty awkward any way you slice it–backyard, kitchen or at a sunday go to meetin… just plain awkward.