12-09-2004, 05:36 AM
Over the past few decades, I have probably fired over a million rounds of ammo.
I can do amazing things with guns. I practice a dying artform, the hipshot, aiming with my hands, not my eyes. I can blow heads off of nails and matches, can blast clay ducks out of the sky with a pistol in each hand, with each hand aiming, firing, and destroying independantly. If you take the time to turn your head and look directly at the clay duck, and draw a bead, well, by the time you do that, several have hit the ground. So you stare straight ahead, and let your hands do what they do. It's very zen like. For me, it's therapy. Clears the mind of all conflict. I must focus entirely on the world around me and the flying projectiles that seek and destroy.
And on a slightly related topic, I need to buy a mate for my S&W 500. It's bigger than a battleship, and having a .357 in my off hand... Well, I don't know to say this, but it throws me off balance somehow. The 500 is a big honking cannon. It's the sort of gun that would make Roland the Gunslinger crap his trousers. This gun is absurd. Click and Click.
BTW... NEVER fire one of these with out ear protection!! The sound alone is enough to make a grizzly bear pinch a loaf in panic.
Now I must go and stroke my precious... My love... My all... My PREEECIOUSSSS!
I can do amazing things with guns. I practice a dying artform, the hipshot, aiming with my hands, not my eyes. I can blow heads off of nails and matches, can blast clay ducks out of the sky with a pistol in each hand, with each hand aiming, firing, and destroying independantly. If you take the time to turn your head and look directly at the clay duck, and draw a bead, well, by the time you do that, several have hit the ground. So you stare straight ahead, and let your hands do what they do. It's very zen like. For me, it's therapy. Clears the mind of all conflict. I must focus entirely on the world around me and the flying projectiles that seek and destroy.
And on a slightly related topic, I need to buy a mate for my S&W 500. It's bigger than a battleship, and having a .357 in my off hand... Well, I don't know to say this, but it throws me off balance somehow. The 500 is a big honking cannon. It's the sort of gun that would make Roland the Gunslinger crap his trousers. This gun is absurd. Click and Click.
BTW... NEVER fire one of these with out ear protection!! The sound alone is enough to make a grizzly bear pinch a loaf in panic.
Now I must go and stroke my precious... My love... My all... My PREEECIOUSSSS!
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...."