first time i hear guns can kill. I thought bullets were the ones that kill...
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first time i hear guns can kill. I thought bullets were the ones that kill...
ever been pistol-whipped? you'd wish you were dead. painful as hell.Quote:
Originally Posted by argonauta
Me and my friend go shooting all the time at a sand pit out back in the woods behind his house. Nothing like shooting stuff(not humans you hippies) to have a little fun and yes even relieve a little stress.
If you don't like guns. Voice you opinion and leave.
If you like(love) guns share some experiences.
One of the most memorable experiences of mine in my early 20's. A friend of mine planned out a day of shooting for us. We went and picked up a co-worker of his. We'll call him Jim. He was an older guy, well in his 50's I'd say. This dude was a master gunbuilder / craftsmen / machinist. We waited outside his house as he loaded his GM Scout with blackpowder weapons. By the time he was finished, his vehicle had sat about 8 inches off the ground.Quote:
Originally Posted by WannaBe_80z
We followed him to this amazing place out in the boondocks. It was a 'forge' run by these d&d types. They were blacksmiths and made these incredible swords and medieval weapons of iron.
It was an amazing day of shooting. We fired everything from a bluderbuss, which is a pirate gun that you can load anything from nails to a chain in, to a wheel lock which is basically a cannon. I won't forget it. I would actually like to track down that guy and get a custom made blackpowder weapon now.
Jeff, you should of known you were stumbling into a liberal beehive.
I'm kind of disappointed in you guys, actually. This thread went INSTANTLY into you're a bad person for having guns.
I saw a picture of cool guns, a whole bunch of "blah, blah" - actually more like "womp, womp" like the Charlie Brown adults - then a few posts in-between.
Sorta have a real-time filter for a lot of stuff now-a-days. So damn preachy around here lately.
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Originally Posted by ViRGo_RK
There was no stumbling involved ;)
No videos from this trip - maybe the next. It's a semiannual family trip, we all pack up and meet at a little mountain about 2 hours east of Barstow, CA (aka middle of nowhere). Big, open area with a nice hill for a backstop and nobody around to complain (except the occasional BLM ranger, who doesn't seem to care as long as all the trash gets picked up). My quick head-count says there should be 11 people, 30+ guns (a few .22s, a .25, a .32, a .38, 2 .357s, 3-4 9mms, a .44M, a .45, a BUNCH of shotguns, 4-5 longer range rifles), and if my brother gets off his ass and finishes the requisite welding, one "cannon" made from a largish tube welded onto an adjustable stand - a few ounces of smokeless powder, some cannon fuse, and a coke can gives you a projectile launcher that shames even the best potato guns.
Stay in drugs, don't do milk, and drink your school!Quote:
Originally Posted by gerbick
Maybe firefox should implement the Charlie Brown plug-in.
I'd love for posts to simply feature "Oh, you like guns? Well this is how I feel. Wha wha wha, wha wha wha wha whaaaaa."
I had a plugin once that when you clicked the stop button, after a random amount of seconds, it would play a clip of MC Hammer saying "Hammertime".Quote:
Originally Posted by ViRGo_RK
Carry on...
My old man was not exactly a "legitimate" business man back in the 70's-80's cocaine cowboy days so we always had tons of guns around and my brother and I learned to shoot since we could first lift a gun.Quote:
Originally Posted by WannaBe_80z
Most weekends involved a trip out to the everglades to blow off a few boxes of ammo.
Pre-teen period I was pretty good with a .38 but couldn't get any accuracy with the .357 till I got bigger.
Probably my favorite guns growing up was my little AR-7 survival rifle... until it got confiscated from my father by the sheriff's dept for being an "assassin rifle".
Not the best machined pieces of hardware but certainly one of the most fun and versatile.
2.5lbs, semi-auto .22, 8-round mag, the whole thing could be brokendown in 15-20 seconds and packed inside of the hollow stock, and when packed would float in water.
I added a 50-round mag and a scope to the base model shown below.
http://www.patrickcrusade.org/crime_6.jpg
A lot of people complained about them jamming but I guess I got lucky cause it was never a problem with mine.
Early one morning I woke up to a loud BOOM and a car squealing off.
I went downstairs to find my old man in the kitchen pretending like he didn't hear anything.
After taking a look outside the backdoors by the canal I found a fresh shotgun shell by the backdoor.
The old man laughed when I showed it to him and let me in on what happened.
Apparently a buddy had stopped by trying to sell a MAC-10 (mini machinegun) with a silencer and goodies all tucked into custom pockets inside of a bulletproof vest.
So after several lines of blow they decided to go out back, old man with his 12-gauge, buddy with his MAC-10, and have a drug-induced shooting contest. :faded:
Their target of choice was one of those little green cable TV pedestals that stick up out of the ground about 50-yards down the canal in a neighbors backyard.
Dad's buddy let off a spray of bullets and didn't touch the target so the old man took aim and BOOM, blew a hole thru the center of the box.
Mind you, we live in the city and the police station was about 6 blocks away so these facts must have sunk in to buddy's brain real quick after hearing that cannon go off cause he jumped in his car and boogied before I could throw on a shirt and shorts and get downstairs.
Anyway, being curious, I took a big metal kitchen spoon and went out to dig up the slug and see what it looked like after passing thru a metal box.
Meanwhile the old man came out, grabbed the box and twisted it as hard as he could and then went back inside.
While I was out digging in the dirt behind the cable box a cop appeared on the otherside of the canal and yelled at me not to go anywhere until he got over to me.
When the cop came over the old man came back out to meet him and then the cop asked me what I was doing.
I told him I was watching TV, heard a noise out back and then the cable TV went out.
I saw the hole in the cable box and was trying to dig up whatever went thru it.
At that point the cop pulled the flattened slug out of his shirt pocket and told me he had dug it out of the dining room wall of a house across the canal where it had hit a foot above the head of a guy having breakfast.
Apparently it had struck something in the ground and ricochetted back out of the ground at an angle.
Then the cop took a pen out of his pocket and laid it thru the two holes in the cable box and sighted down the pen.
Since the box had been twisted the holes no longer lined up with our backdoor and instead pointed off down the canal to the rooftops of some buildings at the end.
The cop told us he thought it was probably some sniper practicing from one of those rooftops, told us to have a nice day and went to go check it out.
Most days we kept any neighborhood gun activity confined to the indoors.
We would layer several phonebooks at the foot of the frontdoor and sit at the top of the stairs and see how many phonebooks/pages each of us could get thru.
The old man also had a weird habit of holding a pistol out the window and shooting the undersides of bridges and overpasses on long latenight vantrips back from the Florida Keys.
Well at least he did until the night one of the slugs came ricocheting back down thru the window and into his ass.
He pulled over to the side of the road, pulled out a bucknife and told me I was going to have to dig the slug out of him.
I was only 11 so I have to tell you I was scared to death of the idea and kept trying to convince him we needed to go to the hospital which he wasn't having any part of.
Luckily our impasse came to an end when my little brother discovered the slug lodged down in the driver's seat of the van.
I don't seem to remember him doing that anymore after that night.
I could go on and tell you a ton of other stories like the night the van got confiscated by the cops after another buddy's wife used it to take him to the hospital after he took 9 slugs in an unlucky night or when a neighbor blew out both his sliding glass doors and his neighbor's sliding glass doors "by accident" but I don't have the time and besides, I'd have to check the statute of limitations for a few things first... ;)
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holy **** Loyal, sounds like you had one hell of a childhood.
It was anything but boring, that's for sure. ;)
Damn Loyal Rogue, that sounds like a Tarantino movie...a damn good Tarantino movie.
hahaha, maybe Loyal should start writing.
haha. great stories. not too many people get to shoot phonebooks at home with the fam. :)
i like admedia's visit with the Dwarven blacksmiths as well.
mine arent as exciting. but, one time, for some really stupid reason, my friend and i were, to keep a long long story short, essentially hitchhiking (because a car broke down in the middle of nowhere, it involved a girl, never mind all of that part). anyway, we had a 22 rifle that we didnt want to leave in the broken down car. it was just a 22 but it had a banana clip and looked pretty menacing so we wrapped it in a blanket and carried it around with us for the day. it started to pour down rain during the night so we took shelter on the patio of this little town resteraunt and slept. early the next morning some guy shows up with his cup of coffee getting ready to open the store. when he first sees us hes thinking he needs to kick these vagrant kids off the property. but you should have seen his face when we picked up the rifle to re-wrap it in the blanket. :yikes:
Those guys even had a name for it too. Trollhaugen Forge, they had burning pits of iron out front and everything... it was too cool :)Quote:
Originally Posted by indivision
Don't you guys know...
You don't argue with the guy that has all of the guns, you just try to quietly walk away.
I suspect Loyal Rogue's life reads like Carl Hiaasen novel.