Today... M4 22 cal... just for fun... in the garden... (I love 22 cal...)
there were Springer Carbines too.... very funny...
there were Springer Carbines too.... very funny...
He lost it.... never challenge the reverend Mike betting money.... (was a competition)....Mike, 1st picture, guy farthest away w/the arm band tattoo...where are his fucking pants?? :confused:
Funny cunt. . Emu neck...gak! Be like chewing cock. Wombat isn't bad with some garlic in a stew. Easy to catch, just run 'em over in the ute.Goat is meh, a bit of koala, or wombat is a decent feed, platypus stew goes okay, bilbies are tasty, but you need 6 to get a decent feed. Emu neck is my favourite.
Bwahahaha.... thx Arrow.... he's not porch, but walrus.... very wild walrus.. to stop it we have to shoot him with a .45 ACP, trust me... (anyway he was not naked... but in swimmingwear... ready to plunge in the swimmingpool...)Aside from my eyes burning from seeing pictures of a naked man shooting .22's off the back porch of a house infront of other scantilly dressed men:eek:....this is a great post. We (I) typically think in terms of what Battle Rifle I want if society goes to shit. I might have to rethink my position, plus who doesn't love a .22?
Here's my .22 story.
Several years back, I decided to acquire a .30 cal M-1 carbine for my collection. I visited a local gun store to scan their inventory to see what was available. While checking their display rack, I noticed an M-1 sitting on a gun rack on top of a gun safe in a far back corner of the shop. I walked over, took it down and checked it out. It was an Iver Johnson .22 cal M-1 carbine replica. It had a price tag on the stock but I couldn't understand why it was not displayed with the other weapons and was so isolated in the back. I took it to the owner and asked if it was for sale. He told me it was but that it did not have a magazine. Deciding it was worth buying, even without a magazine, I completed the purchase and took it home. Proud of my acquisition, I presented it to my lovely young bride who was less than impressed with my shopping ability. She immediately deemed my new toy to be a .22 cal paperweight since it didn't have a magazine. I explained I'd just use it as a single shot until I could locate a magazine.
NOW THE REST OF THE STORY
After searching for nearly 5 years, I was finally able to locate a magazine for the rifle. I am now the proud owner of a $90 magazine to complete my $59.95 rifle. Wife still doesn't think much of my shopping ability.
I'll have to take your word on that QC, I've lead a sheltered life...
How did your roo go Pardus? I generally like to leave the coat of arms alone, the wedge tail eagles are generally too lazy to hunt for their own tucker, so a bit of road kill keeps them healthy.