08-16-2006, 05:46 AM
Problem is with guns on planes is blowing a hole in the plane it self. I dunno about you folks, but I am pretty sure all my guns and the ammo they use would blow clean through a human body and just keep going.
Unless you are using some sissy 9mm cork gun or some rinky dinky Saturday night special, firing a gun on a plane is not a good idea.
To echo Occhi's statement, somebody like my self would be an asset on an airplane with a gun. I doubt I would need to fire a shot. Somebody would take one look at the cannons I call handguns, realise they could park a Buick in the barrel, and sit their ass down and behave themselves. For this task I would choose my 1974 .357 automag. About a foot long, weighs about four pounds, and fires a 110 grain bullet at 1900 fps. As far as the psychological scare factor goes, this gun has it in spades. The best gun of course is the gun you never have to fire.
As far as snakes go... I can deal with snakes.
Unless you are using some sissy 9mm cork gun or some rinky dinky Saturday night special, firing a gun on a plane is not a good idea.
To echo Occhi's statement, somebody like my self would be an asset on an airplane with a gun. I doubt I would need to fire a shot. Somebody would take one look at the cannons I call handguns, realise they could park a Buick in the barrel, and sit their ass down and behave themselves. For this task I would choose my 1974 .357 automag. About a foot long, weighs about four pounds, and fires a 110 grain bullet at 1900 fps. As far as the psychological scare factor goes, this gun has it in spades. The best gun of course is the gun you never have to fire.
As far as snakes go... I can deal with snakes.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."