Buy an Engagement Ring, Get a Complimentary Rifle
The thought of committing ourselves to one lady for the rest of our lives makes us break out in a cold sweat while nervously scratching our junk. The scratching is probably something else though.
The thought of committing ourselves to one lady for the rest of our lives makes us break out in a cold sweat while nervously scratching our junk. The scratching is probably something else though.
If you know me, you know how big a firearms fan and proponent that I am, so when this video came across my email I knew I wanted to share it with you. First off it's a caliber I've never heard of, a .950 and shoots a 2,400 grain bullet, which costs about $40.00 per round. Now remember I'm a shooting sports enthusiast , hunter and gunsmith so my next question is, who can afford to shoot this thing and further more why?
Just Imagine, Wow! I just won $10,000 and my imagination goes wild with all the things I want. Then the sensible subconscious Rudy pops up and says, "Is it what you want or what you need Rudy?" Oh heck, lets go for wants because the needs will always be there. I really want a new 3/4 ton diesel truck and ten thousand dollars will make a decent down payment. How about some real nice rifles .308, .338 Lapua and a 7mm magnum those are the calibers and I'd like the .308 left-hand AR-10, a .338 Lapua left-handed Weatherby or Remington-custom sniper-rifle and a left-handed 7mm bolt-action with a fluted barrel and enough ammo to spend a week at the range. I've been wanting a metal building out behind the house, since the house I have doesn't have so much as a garage. I'd like that, a two or three car metal shop building to do fixer-up projects like build more game tables and picnic tables that some of the charities I work with use for fund raising. But after much thought, I bring myself back to reality with this question, what is it you really want that ten thousand can buy you Rudy?
My new favorite song is from a guy from "down under" and it's simply titled "I Like Guns". My love affair for the cold steel started, well as young as I can remember, I guess I was 4 or 5 years old. I had a little wooden rifle that shot rubber bands. I must have taken out every bad guy known to man back then.