When I was at Auburn, me and my neighbor made a tater gun. We found a piece of blue flotation foam floating in Lake Martin one day. We sharpened the end of the barrel on the tater gun and could jab it down into the foam, break the foam off and push the foam down the barrel for a wad like in a shotgun shell. We shot many a golf ball clean out of sight. You could also shoot the lower half of a deer front leg around 200 feet. Ah, the good old days. That was back when a woman would still cook and steal wood
If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land. 2 Chronicles 7:14
