She has known for 15 years that I test and shoot my machineguns (form 1, 3, 4) there and the FIRST DAMN day she moves in, has her husband come up to ask me to quit shooting my MY gravel pit because it "scares her".
I told him "Nope. Sorry. Tell her to get used to it...this isn't the Country Club of Little Rock".
When he left, I switched from sub-machine guns, went back to the house and set up the Colt M1917 water cooled and blasted the hell out of it to spite her;)
I had shot a few test rounds and gotten close to zeroed in. I was really in the zone and not really paying much attention to my surroundings (I was shooting alone in the boondocks as far as I knew, and had permission to be there.) About the time I was ready to drop the hammer again, someone behind me pulled up the right cup of my hearing protectors and screamed "HEY!"
It turned out to be the new neighbor. Fortunately, I'm pretty laid back and don't frighten easily, so he didn't have a couple .45-70 rounds in his gut. He was one of those mousy little liberal lawyer types, and he had a problem with me. "My niece is coming up from Baltimore any minute", he said. "They've seen gang bangers shooting and they can't stand guns. My wife is in tears. Please leave. If you don't, I'll call the cops."
I responded "Sorry, I have permission to shoot here, and I'm not done. Do what you have to" and went back to popping off rounds. He didn't have hearing protectors, so he didn't stick around long. The police never showed up either, but I did see the niece drive by. Fortunately for her delicate sensibilities I didn't have too many rounds left by then.
You ought to invite her to shoot some full-auto, she might get into it.
Dude: That is the best.
No offense, but the fact that your uncle didn't have the balls to tell it to her himself probably tells you what he sees in her.