Yeah, Tal was sort of an inspiration. <belches> Ouch!
Oh, c'mon Atheist! I wanted to shoot some, but couldn't bring myself to it. That godawful kid next my door deserved it more than them bunnies and I still somehow managed to keep myself cool, calm and contended. Though the idea of hitting pheasants with a 30-06 is great, I'd say, except that I wouldn't want to be tazed. Eh!
Love that anarchist dawg, eh? I would adopt him!
This sentence contradicts itself - no actually it doesn't.
It's nice to see non-humans geting in on the political front. We'll be getting turkey demos in November next.
Now I want a British passport and my 50k GPB.Originally Posted by Paulclem
This sentence contradicts itself - no actually it doesn't.
That's why bows are good - you can use flat-tipped arrows which will only bruise children.
They wouldn't be much for eating after a 30-06!
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Now I’m really beginning to feel at home.
From vacuum tubes to guns, where else but on this thread.
Aye, there’s nothing sweeter ‘an the sound of a well oiled bolt action, the clinking of spent brass and shot glasses, the adrenalin rush anticipating the blast and recoil topped off with the aroma of gunpowder…and its just now 9:00 am!
In addition to his collection of vacuum tubes, my father collected quite a few firearms mostly through war surplus stock. (It’s a Texas thing)
After my parents passing, we went through the difficult task of dividing up the hoarded wealth of “stuff”, a common trait among Depression era folks.
I ended up with two wonderful rifles from the WW II period. One is a Springfield (design) O3A3. This is the five shot bolt action 30.06 which served us well until enough M1 Garand’s could be produced and supplied.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJCCH...eature=related
The interesting thing about my particular gun is that it was actually manufactured by Smith Corona (the typewriter company) in October 1943. Springfield could not keep up with the demand, so they contracted with companies who were tooled similarly to a gun manufacturer.
The other gun is a Winchester .30 caliber carbine. The “M1 Carbine”. This gun is a lot of fun to shoot and it doesn’t knock you down like the O3A3.
Sorry for the history lesson, but these guns hold great sentimental value.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_vxZ...eature=related
No hunting here, but I do shoot them whenever we visit my sister. We have been known to get pretty creative with our targets though. Do you ever get frustrated with a computer?...he, he, he
Prendrelemick,
That Webley and Scott is a work of art:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVjdKjBcxTA
Is this what you mean by rabbit lessening?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDxvc-BuS5A
Gilliatt
man Greece is so far ahead of us in the states that even their dogs have the right idea, our movement sucks so bad compared to them lol.
and if my dog was an anarchist she would be a m a z i n g. its already cool enough that she knows how to wink and flip her head to greet me. give her my social/political veiws and hell, next thing you know she gets promoted to being "human" and turned into a kangaroo to help me over throw the water factory and their slave trade lol ( tank girl ).
"We are animals with problems that no other animal has." - Radam J. Starkiller
This hard drinking seems to be good for the posting ratio as well!
I'll get Parker to water the water with some gin. A ratio of 5 gin : 1 water should be about right.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Well just wait 'til strip poker night; after a few laggers and a few sad irish songs about our dear mothers; we will figure out the true shade of things...
Barins, close your ears, Daddy's not himself...
Do you all remember the shoulder dislocations after shooting those old german jobs....
Ha!
I have a great story about dislocating shoulders and guns.
30 years ago, a friend and I used to load our own shotgun shells. We loaded up some half-charge shells and showed some town n00bs how you hold the gun a couple of inches from the shoulder to aid accuracy when firing.
The first poor sap that tried it with a full charge got knocked off his feet!
Didn't quite manage to dislocate his shoulder, but it was blue for a month afterwards.
The best thing about this trick is that the victim is in no state to beat the crap out of you while you fall over in hysterics.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
Ah the fun of pain. Didn't we talk about that a while ago.
Anyway - not that I want to put you chaps off the thread or anything - do your spouses suffer from your snoring? Try the link below for a sure fire remedy.
http://www.britishsnoring.co.uk/shop...f8459dc7c0#vid
Fond memories, Gilliatt. Your dad was into collecting the old german guns too? My dad was like a child with a lollie; he had 4 or 5 boxes of dismantled somethings...I think the idea was to get all the serial numbers to match wasn't it? He had something he called...I think...a german mouser or something like that; the bullet was the size of a finger and firing it blew out your eardrum...
Oh, how I remember the old days with me dad; shooting at old cars in the brush...coming home with chigger bites...
So does that really work; I thought you were supposed to keep the gun cradled between the shoulder and the breast bone?
That fellow must have hurt...
Yeah, I don't know if our spouses snore more when they get older or we just don't think it's as cute after a few years of marriage...
Ah the fun of pain. Didn't we talk about that a while ago.
Anyway - not that I want to put you chaps off the thread or anything - do your spouses suffer from your snoring? Try the link below for a sure fire remedy.
http://www.britishsnoring.co.uk/shop...f8459dc7c0#vid
When I go to sleep, everyone closes their doors...they claim my snoring wakes the whole house up...
That is cruel.
Makes me think of the days we would sneak up behing an unsuspecting sap on a freezing day and slap their earlobes with a popsickle stick.
Not particularly. The only true German gun he owned was a 9mm Luger pistol, he acquired the during the war. He did in fact own a Mauser, which is a German design, but his particular gun was the Swedish variant. My brother has the Mauser and it will hurt the ears, though we wear ear protection when we shoot.
Gilliatt
Oh yeah, I remember those days.
On frosty morning when we had PE early in the day, leg slapping the freezing cold legs immediately after a run was always popular.
In the summer, it was rat's tail towels.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
After a weekend at ours, we sent my industrial chemist friend away with bruised ribs, bruised cheek bone, partial deafness and a dead right shoulder - the result of a couple of hours clay pigeon shooting. Then on the way out down our track he tore the exhaust off his Volvo.
Gilliatt: My Webley and Scott is not quite like that one, it cost me 8 pounds more years ago than I care to count.
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I never had the joy of the cold popsicle; in Florida, at any time of the year; the idea is to eat it before your hands are a sticky mess.
We never wore ear protection; Dad was more hillbilly (without the hills) than gunman: Belts were for beating and ear wax was the only ear protection you had.
I think there was some contest, though, with some of the old WWII weapons, get all of the serial numbers right and you became a rich man. He put the mauser together; his wasn't quite accurate (though I hear they should be) but it would blow half of the target away.
RAts tail towels...dare I ask?
I'll bet he got teased at work the next week; did he ever come back to visit?
After a weekend at ours, we sent my industrial chemist friend away with bruised ribs, bruised cheek bone, partial deafness and a dead right shoulder - the result of a couple of hours clay pigeon shooting. Then on the way out down our track he tore the exhaust off his Volvo.
Gilliatt: My Webley and Scott is not quite like that one, it cost me 8 pounds more years ago than I care to count.
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