It does seem a bit of a oxymoron when speaking of guns, bows and arrows and killing.
snood wrote:Yeah, about time someone dealt with those pesky Cape Buffalo and Warthogs. They're a damn menace to civilisation...
Cape buffalo avoid the area where I live. Word gets out.....
Personally, watching this thread descend into absurdity, I really gotta wonder just how much actual practical experience, pistol or long gun, modern high-power center fire or replica black powder, or bow, compound or recurve, some of the more enthusiastic participants in this discussion really have. Much of what's gone on here most recently comes just about to the level of comic book/video game reality.
Now, while knowingly falling into the comic book/video game reality vein, I'll mention that in my actual experience, a Ruger Redhawk will take out a '58 Buick Roadmaster at 100 yards, with factory loads. I will admit, however, the Buick downrange was old and rusty, and was neither moving nor answering fire. Still, I suspect had that not been the case, the results would not have been materially different.
And if you think that's something, you oughtta see what a standard issue M2 .50cal machinegun will to to a 2½ ton truck at 700 yards ... lay a good, accurate 15-20 round burst and you'll get about the same effect-on-target as can be achieved with a 106mm recoiless rifle - though to be fair, neither of those should be considered personal side arms.
It's okay, timber. You're not the first to believe himself somehow elevated for being studied in the art of killing.
You obviously need as many reasons as you can get to keep looking down your nose at most people.
And it's your loss if you can't see the absurdity in waxing so poetic over how efficiently one can kill.
Here's something that can add a little extra exitement to your range time.
http://www.tannerite.com/
snood wrote:It's okay, timber...
You obviously need as many reasons as you can get to keep looking down your nose at most people.
Isn't that just precious?
Timber, if you kill a Buick Roadmaster, you gotta eat it. Non of this pussy havin it stuffed for the den.
Who would want to kill this?
You have to put yourself back as a kid Intrepid> When I was 5 or 6 I was scared of cars like this. They were menacing, evil looking things to a kid whose imagination went into OD at the slightest whiff of a Snickers (I loved Snickers), and they made em goddam huge back then. See the evil smirk this car wore, a happy yet menacing face. My dad had the Oldsmobile version which, although sporting a "dummed down" look, it still had a face of a deranged Bozo the Clown (I hated clowns also).These cars must be killed.
However, along with my philosophy of "if you kill it, you must eat it",I never went about doing in 56 Buick Roadmasters or Olds 98'slI just kept careful note of their residences and gave them lots of room.
For some reason Chevies and Fords were , in my mind, benign. They were like cows, big dumb and passive. Sure there were hopped up 56 Chevy Hardtops , but they were more like Swiss Cows with earrings. I learned early that certain types of girls preferred the spaciousness of a Chevy without all the early attempts at countour seating and arm rests. By the time I owned a first car, the 56 Chevy was already a classic.
PS, you could tell that the Roadmaster was a really special Buick because it had "4" Holes in the sides, while all the cheaper ones only had 3.
snood wrote:It's okay, timber. You're not the first to believe himself somehow elevated for being studied in the art of killing.
You obviously need as many reasons as you can get to keep looking down your nose at most people.
And it's your loss if you can't see the absurdity in waxing so poetic over how efficiently one can kill.
snood, you really oughtta have somebody take a look at that - seems your problem there is getting worse.
timberlandko wrote:snood wrote:It's okay, timber. You're not the first to believe himself somehow elevated for being studied in the art of killing.
You obviously need as many reasons as you can get to keep looking down your nose at most people.
And it's your loss if you can't see the absurdity in waxing so poetic over how efficiently one can kill.
snood, you really oughtta have somebody take a look at that - seems your problem there is getting worse.
Hmmm.... only if you go in for a look at your delusions of grandeur.
snood wrote:timberlandko wrote:snood wrote:It's okay, timber. You're not the first to believe himself somehow elevated for being studied in the art of killing.
You obviously need as many reasons as you can get to keep looking down your nose at most people.
And it's your loss if you can't see the absurdity in waxing so poetic over how efficiently one can kill.
snood, you really oughtta have somebody take a look at that - seems your problem there is getting worse.
Hmmm.... only if you go in for a look at your delusions of grandeur.
Sure have captured your fancy, haven't I? Go right ahead and enjoy your puerile stalking game - don't bother me none, and I'm told by some folks they really enjoy watching you foaming at the keyboard
Just because I'm in the same thread at the same time doesn't mean anyone's "stalking" you, hero. and there are an equal amout of folks who get kicks at your know it all omniscience.
Timber has helped many, many people here at A2K, particularly with his expertise in resolving computer glitches. I believe helping others is what A2K is truly about at the root level, not trash talking.
That's hardly fair, although i don't expect fairness from Snood. Personally, i like to poke trollish people with a variety of sticks on a variety of topics. The Big Bird, however, carefully chooses the battles in which he is willing to engage. That silliness about "know it all omniscience," apart from being rather naively redundant, is simply not a charge you're going to be able to make stick--the Big Bird is far less active and in far fewer topics, even than Snood--who can't resist the impulse to play pitbull with anyone who has ever criticized the religious. I've seen Snood stalk folks on a regular basis--with Lash being his favorite target.
