[BrotherLarry]

Originally Posted by Joanna Lytton-Vasey

Oh, Brother Hutchins, I don't have any say in the matter! The no-live-ammo rule was dictated by my husband, after a couple of unfortunate (and very expensive) incidents that are best forgotten. It boils down to "No live ammo until you are old enough to understand that your father's racehorses and prize Charolais bulls are not there for target practice." Six years old seems to be the age for that.


It doesn't stop them spear-fishing most nights, though. There's a Beluga whale just up the estuary from us, though I'm rather hoping they don't find it as I am not some sort of Eskimo and wouldn't know how to cook it.

I covet your prayers, Sister. I am envious that you have an estuary, and envy is a sin.