Longtime commenter T.R. Sterling sends along this news item as fair warning for my redheaded son:
Derrill Rockwell told police he grabbed his rifle, the .22-caliber he kept handy to kill rodents around the house, about 5 a.m. Oct. 5 and walked outside to confront it.
The bird.
Possibly, he told police, the same fowl he suspected of harassing his cats recently around his home near Orchard Mesa Cemetery.
It was red, sitting at the top of a hill about 90 feet away from Rockwell.
“His intent was to spook it away,” Deputy District Attorney Jason Conley told District Judge Richard Gurley on Friday.
Rockwell shot once but said he didn’t see the bird fly away. Soon after, he heard a woman’s voice, moaning in pain. Rockwell discovered a 23-year-old woman, with a large red mohawk, with a gunshot wound to the head. . . .
Six days after the shooting, Rockwell told . . . police detectives . . . he fired the weapon after confusing the woman’s red mohawk hairstyle for a distant bird.
The really important advice here, Jefferson: NEVER SILHOUETTE YOURSELF ON A HILLTOP.
Oh, and don’t do drugs.
Or get stoopid haircuts.
Or shoot at stuff you can’t see clearly.
Those are bad too.
Marshall Skin rides again…
🙂
Try the Telly Savalas look, Jefferson.
I hate it when they don’t bother to get the whole story. The really interesting thing would be what the heck was she doing on the hillside at 5 a.m.?
I’m guessing the packet of crystal meth is what they call a ‘clue’ on them CSI shows.
Gingers get sunburned easily. Exposing your scalp to the sun is not a good idea, Jefferson. Plus, your mom might chase you around with the SP50 in front of your friends–which could really kill your cool quotient.
Second rule of shooting: absolute, positive target ID.
No beak? No bullet. Period.
Doesn’t help much in the ME. Have you seen the schnozzes on those people?
Who loves ya, baby.
My wife’s now dead boss was part ginger and Irish. He wore his hair so short, with no hat, and developed bad skin cancer on his his head. Be careful Master Jefferson.
Waiting for the sun to come up so she could crow? The drugs mess with your head that way.
The shooter screwed up. He should know what he is shooting at.
Good point. My dad was 100% Irish ginger. He’d cook like a lobster in the sun, so he was pretty good about covering up.