<TITLE>03. Par 8-10</TITLE>L-8 Now, looked like someone would say, "Well, if the engineers patent that gun, and they ought to know what's in it, and if they made the gun, then why would you...?"
Now that's what my wife said to me. She said, "Billy, why would you fool with that gun, after the man who designed it and made it, and knows even how much gas is in every shell and every ring that's in it and everything else, how, how would you try to dispute their word?"
I said, "Well, honey, not long ago you were asking me a Bible question, and you had the answers in the back of the Bible. And you asked me, 'Did God give Abraham that ground that He promised him?" And... and... or she asked me, and I said, "No, He never give him the ground." He promised it to him, but he never, he never possessed any of it. He never got it.
And so she said, "Oh, I got you on that one." She said, "Here's the answer, 'He did give it to him.'"
I said, "Turn to Acts 7. Not so much as a place to put his foot on." That's right, it wasn't given to him. Now, see, sometimes our written out, man answers can be wrong.
And the man that makes the gun can be wrong, because I already knowed I'd drove nine straight tacks into a piece of paper in the same hole at fifty yards with that gun. And they said if seven bullets cover... you take an inch at twenty-five yards, half the distance, you'd never get it better. To me they were wrong, whether they are the masters of the gun or not, 'cause I knowed better, see.

L-9 And I set down under a tree one morning, and Brother Wood and Brother Charlie, who hunts with me, and there was squirrels everywhere. Well, I'd shot at one a couple days before that and missed its eye; hit way down on the cheek. 'Course killed the squirrel as dead as it hit him in the eye, but the gun was out, to me. It makes me nervous, 'cause if that gun's not perfectly in, it don't do me no good to go hunting (See?), 'cause I don't hunt for the meat of it anyhow. I just hunt for sport.
And so I said, "That's..." I was setting under a tree, a little leaning tree (I could go to it this morning, there in the mountains of Kentucky) and I was setting back there under that tree, listening to Charlie over here just banging away. They'd  I don't care what end of the squirrel they shot, just so they shot squirrel. If their gun was grouping any way, just so it hit the squirrel. If it was in the hips, or in the mid-center, or anywhere it hit him, that was all right.

L-10 And so... and I said, "Well, now, that don't..." I just couldn't stand that. And I set down there. I thought, "Just look at the fun them fellows are having." And they love to hunt just as well as I do, and they're both fine, good shots. They're dandy men, both of them Christians, filled with the Holy Ghost and just fine men; some of the highest caliber of men. And them brothers up there was having the most fun shooting squirrels. And there was squirrels jumping through the trees right by me.
Well, I said, "Then why would I do a thing like that? Set here, and here I am setting here crying, just tears running down my face. There they are, and here I can't even hit the target." And I raised up and I said, "Heavenly Father, why did You make me like this, a little nervous, upset person. And then Your grace has give me literally millions of friends," see. And I said, "Why would You make me a person like this?" And I started weeping right out loud then, setting under a little leaning tree, (right started up a mountain). And I knew soon those fellows would have their limit of squirrels... and back. And there I was setting there, just... Oh, I just didn't have the nerve to shoot at one of them, 'cause I was afraid I'd hurt him, you know, and get it... get away, see.


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