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Ishmael

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It seems to be unavoidable.

I'll not forget the night I laid a .45ACP in Dolf's hands. The sense of empowerment that was in her eyes. Vat saw it too, she's not as much a sub as she projects. Given the opportunity she'll top from the bottom at every chance.

And that's not bad, just the way it is.

I'd like to take her out and teach her how to shoot. Won't happen, but she'd get wet learning.

Ishmael
 
It seems to be unavoidable.

I'll not forget the night I laid a .45ACP in Dolf's hands. The sense of empowerment that was in her eyes. Vat saw it too, she's not as much a sub as she projects. Given the opportunity she'll top from the bottom at every chance.

And that's not bad, just the way it is.

I'd like to take her out and teach her how to shoot. Won't happen, but she'd get wet learning.

Ishmael

Would you have wet yourself had she pointed it at your head?
 
I'm not sure why holding a bullet in their hands would make someone feel empowered.
 
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Ish, are you trying to reunite with dolf? What have I missed?
 
Reminds me of the time many years ago a relative in Denmark came to over to visit us with his wife, sister, and brother in law. Great people.

We got to talking hunting when he saw a deer rack on the wall in my den. When I opened my gun safe, he went nuts. He looked like he just found King Solomon's mine. He asked me if he could pick up a stainless steel .45 cal. Ruger Blackhawk. I took it, spun the cylinder to check it and handed to him. Christ, he ran around the house looking for his wife and brother in law and acting like a kid, cocking and dropping the hammer, and trying to look like a cowboy. He finally made it back to my den, so I showed him a National Match M1A. He was awe struck that I was even allowed to own one, saying reverently, "you Americans are a very dangerous people." Cracked me up. :D

Funny how that works, huh?

Ishmael
 
Reminds me of the time many years ago a relative in Denmark came to over to visit us with his wife, sister, and brother in law. Great people.

We got to talking hunting when he saw a deer rack on the wall in my den. When I opened my gun safe, he went nuts. He looked like he just found King Solomon's mine. He asked me if he could pick up a stainless steel .45 cal. Ruger Blackhawk. I took it, spun the cylinder to check it and handed to him. Christ, he ran around the house looking for his wife and brother in law and acting like a kid, cocking and dropping the hammer, and trying to look like a cowboy. He finally made it back to my den, so I showed him a National Match M1A. He was awe struck that I was even allowed to own one, saying reverently, "you Americans are a very dangerous people." Cracked me up. :D

So he popped a woody over a gun. Cool relatives ya got.
 
Reminds me of the time many years ago a relative in Denmark came to over to visit us with his wife, sister, and brother in law. Great people.

We got to talking hunting when he saw a deer rack on the wall in my den. When I opened my gun safe, he went nuts. He looked like he just found King Solomon's mine. He asked me if he could pick up a stainless steel .45 cal. Ruger Blackhawk. I took it, spun the cylinder to check it and handed to him. Christ, he ran around the house looking for his wife and brother in law and acting like a kid, cocking and dropping the hammer, and trying to look like a cowboy. He finally made it back to my den, so I showed him a National Match M1A. He was awe struck that I was even allowed to own one, saying reverently, "you Americans are a very dangerous people." Cracked me up. :D

Years ago my brother and a couple of his fishing friends found an old punt gun in a barn. It had been used a hundred years earlier for duck shooting.

Of course they had to try it out, despite its size, massive bore and flintlock action. They rigged it up on a punt, floated it on a lake, loaded the four inch bore with black powder and a cloth bag filled with airgun pellets and pointed the punt at a sheet painted with a bullseye about twenty yards away.

They had just enough sense to rig a radio control to drop a lighted taper on the priming pan.

The gun fired, their target was totally destroyed, and the recoil sunk the punt.

Only afterwards did an old village man tell them that it had never been fired from a punt, but from a land carriage like a cannon. It had been dumped in the barn because it was totally useless. Any duck within range had been turned into charred mincemeat.
 
Years ago my brother and a couple of his fishing friends found an old punt gun in a barn. It had been used a hundred years earlier for duck shooting.

Of course they had to try it out, despite its size, massive bore and flintlock action. They rigged it up on a punt, floated it on a lake, loaded the four inch bore with black powder and a cloth bag filled with airgun pellets and pointed the punt at a sheet painted with a bullseye about twenty yards away.

They had just enough sense to rig a radio control to drop a lighted taper on the priming pan.

The gun fired, their target was totally destroyed, and the recoil sunk the punt.

Only afterwards did an old village man tell them that it had never been fired from a punt, but from a land carriage like a cannon. It had been dumped in the barn because it was totally useless. Any duck within range had been turned into charred mincemeat.

Awesome!
 
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