The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible - Arthur C. Clarke
Something tells me that if you stuck that in someones face they would chit their pants on the spot
"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity, an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty” ---Sir Winston Churchill
"Political extremism involves two prime ingredients: an excessively simple diagnosis of the world's ills, and a conviction that there are identifiable villains back of it all." ---John W. Gardner
“You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.” ---C. S. Lewis
Coincidentally, I've looked at those hand cannons online. Awesome but scary (as Dave noted).
Hunter
I don't care if it hurts. I want to have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. - Creep by Radiohead
I'd buy one, but they are too expensive for what they are.
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible - Arthur C. Clarke
When I was a teenager, my buddy sawed of a single-shot .410 (J.C. Higgins, as I recall) and made a pistol affair out of it. Before you ask, “yes,” we knew it was a federal offense, but what the hell! No one would shoot the thing, so I volunteered. What the hell, right?! Anyway I shot the thing — it was just a .410 — and because the grip was not angled down 90 degrees like a real pistol, but maybe 20 degrees and was slick wood from the donor shotgun, when I shot it the recoil slid the pistol back and the break down lever tore a gash in the web between my thumb and fore finger. Fortunately the one above has a real pistol grip. The guy is a damned good shot too, and because it is a mussel loader, I guess he can put in a lesser charge. Still...
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“You can vote your way into socialism, but you have to shoot your way out.” — Too fundamental to have an attribution
When I was a kid we had a fellow from Maine working for us---he and his wife just wondered in one day and we needed help and so "Gussa" (pronounced: Guss-a---with a long a) had a job.
Hunting (small game) season came along and Guss-a wanted to hunt with us but had no gun. The two of them had all their worldly possessions in their car when they showed up. We gave them a furnished house and meat as part of his pay.
The only spare gun we had was a single shot 12 ga---not even sure of the maker. It had one rather serious problem. When you shot anything over a min load it would open itself up and eject the shell casing right by you ear---if you were lucky. We told Guss-a about the problem but he seemed unconcerned---we soon found out why Guss-a didn't get the breech anywhere close to his ear---for that matter---Guss-a didn't get the gun anywhere close to his shoulder. He shot from the hip---and it wasn't funny---we would have our guns up half way and what ever the game was was already dead by then
The only way my brother and father and I were going to get anything was to put Guss-a on the end and hope everything came out on the other end. It was obvious that in Maine Guss-a didn't limit his time afield to legal hunting seasons
"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity, an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty” ---Sir Winston Churchill
"Political extremism involves two prime ingredients: an excessively simple diagnosis of the world's ills, and a conviction that there are identifiable villains back of it all." ---John W. Gardner
“You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.” ---C. S. Lewis