I haven’t had a chance to fight. Have you? Will you? You can refer to ALL my previous comments on the subject if you wish to belittle me and my attitude.
And I’d welcome the criticism! Maybe I’m full of shit, how could I know?
As I write this, I have a 12-guage pump leaning on my desk. Hate the overpowered shells I bought, but that’s another story. Still have to practice with the damned things because that’s all I have. The iron sight is bomb after painting it with white-gel nail polish. The flashlight is kinda ghetto, but it never fails.
I can pop the safe under my desk in, hang on, gotta test, 8-seconds (that sucks!) and have my Colt .45 in hand. That’s the handgun I’m best at, but not the best handgun.
When I lay down with my legal, brown, immigrant wife, I have the AR-15 leaning on the nightstand. Again, not the best of the best, but what I’m best at.
On top of the headboard is a Smith & Wesson .380 EZ. Not great, but I’m fair with it and it has a good light.
There’s a .380 behind the medicine cabinet if I get caught taking a shit. Weird, I know. That tactic was born of having a bear wander in the dog door.
You were saying what? You are more than welcome to come practice with me at our camp tomorrow. Shooting is, uh, a little tougher than owning. Some people mistake the two.
I guess guns weren’t the answer after all. Thanks for clearing that up.
I haven’t had a chance to fight. Have you? Will you? You can refer to ALL my previous comments on the subject if you wish to belittle me and my attitude.
And I’d welcome the criticism! Maybe I’m full of shit, how could I know?
In any case, I have the option that it sounds like you have denied yourself.
The self-defense fantasy is strong in this one.
I am able to defend myself, best I can anyway.
As I write this, I have a 12-guage pump leaning on my desk. Hate the overpowered shells I bought, but that’s another story. Still have to practice with the damned things because that’s all I have. The iron sight is bomb after painting it with white-gel nail polish. The flashlight is kinda ghetto, but it never fails.
I can pop the safe under my desk in, hang on, gotta test, 8-seconds (that sucks!) and have my Colt .45 in hand. That’s the handgun I’m best at, but not the best handgun.
When I lay down with my legal, brown, immigrant wife, I have the AR-15 leaning on the nightstand. Again, not the best of the best, but what I’m best at.
On top of the headboard is a Smith & Wesson .380 EZ. Not great, but I’m fair with it and it has a good light.
There’s a .380 behind the medicine cabinet if I get caught taking a shit. Weird, I know. That tactic was born of having a bear wander in the dog door.
You were saying what? You are more than welcome to come practice with me at our camp tomorrow. Shooting is, uh, a little tougher than owning. Some people mistake the two.
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