By Lee Seale
Mr. Goodtime

This next story goes all the way back to 1999. I will try to tell y’all as best as I can remember, but it’s been a while so bear with me.

My brother was always a good shot. I remember sitting in the backyard one day and I swear he shot a bumblebee in mid-flight with a .22, open sites and all. The thing is, I always wanted to be just like him and do everything he did.

So naturally one day we were over at our family pond, and my brother was throwing tin cans up in the air and shooting them. He shot 13 cans back-to-back. I, of course, decided I wanted to try that, too.

I know what you’re thinking: Ummm, your brother should know better than to give you the gun, right? Well, wrong. He gave me the gun and threw a can up in the air. This was my first time. I didn’t know what I was doing at all. I obviously missed, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone.

I think he felt bad for me because he threw another can in the air. This time it was different. I was bound and determined I was going to hit that sucker. I aimed and followed the can nearly to the ground and took my shot. Well, I hit aluminum, but it wasn’t the can.

My poor boat! It was sitting right in the line of fire. Needless to say, my boat wouldn’t float anymore. What were the chances of that happening? Well, that’s just another day in the life of Mr. Goodtimes.

That was one of the best and worst days of my life. Needless to say, my boat wouldn’t float anymore. I learned another life lesson while out there with my brother: If you try to impress your brother, you’ll end up sinking.

I hope you all have a great week, and whatever you do have a Goodtime doing it!