I have searched my archives (old computer disks and my thumb drive) and have found another story that took place in Rice Lake and involved most of the same people talked about in my previous post regarding "4BH." This particular story chronicles our last day in the apartment. We were moving out and some of the girls we knew who were staying in the area were moving in. Enjoy.
It was a beautiful spring day and the apartment was full of activity. School was over and everyone was busy getting things packed up and moved out. There was a lull in the frantic activity and two of the number (Ben and Axel) in the apartment known as 4BH retired to the roof with an air rifle to stalk unsuspecting prey below on the street. It was warm and pleasant so the wait wasn’t very tedious. Eventually a car came around the corner and the mighty hunters recognized the occupant as a likely target. As the unsuspecting individual (Jeff, the Ham) stepped out of the car, the mighty hunters began to snicker mischievously under their breath. One of them grabbed the rifle and charged the CO2 up and waited for the target to come in range. As the target, dressed as usual, in cut off sweat pants and ragged moth eaten penny loafers with no socks, came into range, the shooter took careful aim and slowly squeezed the trigger. The rifle gave off a short staccato bark that echoed across the rooftop and the buildings around! The target's leg shot out from under him as the well placed shot struck right on the gluteus maximus. A loud howl of pain and rage erupted from the target and he quickly regained his wits and scurried toward the door looking over his shoulder for another ambush. Meanwhile, the mighty hunters scrambled inside, knowing that the target would soon be in hot pursuit! They quickly stashed the rifle between the mattresses on one of the beds as the target came storming up the stairs with speed that belied his significant bulk. All the way up he shouted words that would make a veteran Marine DI blush with shame. The target never did find the rifle, and never figured out who the sniper was for sure, although he had a very good idea. To my knowledge the target never got his revenge for this particular incident, but it has provided us all with many good laughs. I hope you have enjoyed this little piece of 4BH history.