Arik
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Its probably like one of those "who can do the most pushups"
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Do you think this guy has enough guns?
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ACP230
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"What is this 'enough' you speak of?"
Evil Dog
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Auditioning for one of those shoot-em-up reality shows?
It first flew in the 1960s.
You were editing as I was posting. Yep, that's the one. I thought that one would keep everybody stumped for a while. Oh well.
I was practically born with wings. First flight at 2weeks in a Howard DGA-15, which I used to fly CP on instruments because I couldn't see over the panel, until my dad had ut reupholstered and had a matching booster seat made for me. I still have it. I've seen a lot of different aircraft over the years, am Commercial rated and an A&P for almost 40 years. Plus I have awsome Google skills for my age. LOL
kraigwy
US Veteran
Jene Hill, out writer from the 60-70s, once wrote in one of his books, that he only knew one guy who had enough guns.
That guy had a Rolls Royce he used to pattern his Model 21 Winchester.
That guy had a Rolls Royce he used to pattern his Model 21 Winchester.
This reminds me of the time that two of my pals and I decided to take the wives out for dinner. One of these guys was Bob, about whom I have written before-- a great friend but something of a know-it-all.
Bob was about six feet tall and tipped the scales north of four hundred pounds. He was a master joke teller and a real character.
My other pal, Dave, was the only one of us who actually took hunting seriously, and loved to razz everyone about their poor shooting, bad hats, etc. A great guy, though.
Anyway, as we were making this dinner plan at a local bar, Dave suggests t we have a contest, the winner of which got to drink all night for free.
The contest?
See who could conceal the most handguns on his person when we went to dinner (we had plenty, believe me!)
I knew Dave was up to no good, so when it came time to dress for dinner, I eschewed the whole pistol-packing idea and went unarmed.
...as did Dave.
Big Bob showed up fairly bristling with bulgy gun lumps--he must have had twenty handguns! Belt holsters housing Model 27s and 29s encircled his considerable girth and he wore a shoulder holster under each arm. At each of his lower extremities, ankle holsters were filled with snubby model 10s. He had small autos in each of his sport coat pockets, mostly Walthers and Brownings. His trouser pockets held four more revolvers, Centennials and Chief Specials as I recall.
As he waddled to our table, he demanded a count from Dave and I, positive that he had won the contest. We opened out jackets and twirled around, not a heater to be found. the jig was up!
I can't tell you what a pleasure it was to buy drinks for Bob that evening! The eye roll from his wife was priceless.
Bob was about six feet tall and tipped the scales north of four hundred pounds. He was a master joke teller and a real character.
My other pal, Dave, was the only one of us who actually took hunting seriously, and loved to razz everyone about their poor shooting, bad hats, etc. A great guy, though.
Anyway, as we were making this dinner plan at a local bar, Dave suggests t we have a contest, the winner of which got to drink all night for free.
The contest?
See who could conceal the most handguns on his person when we went to dinner (we had plenty, believe me!)
I knew Dave was up to no good, so when it came time to dress for dinner, I eschewed the whole pistol-packing idea and went unarmed.
...as did Dave.
Big Bob showed up fairly bristling with bulgy gun lumps--he must have had twenty handguns! Belt holsters housing Model 27s and 29s encircled his considerable girth and he wore a shoulder holster under each arm. At each of his lower extremities, ankle holsters were filled with snubby model 10s. He had small autos in each of his sport coat pockets, mostly Walthers and Brownings. His trouser pockets held four more revolvers, Centennials and Chief Specials as I recall.
As he waddled to our table, he demanded a count from Dave and I, positive that he had won the contest. We opened out jackets and twirled around, not a heater to be found. the jig was up!
I can't tell you what a pleasure it was to buy drinks for Bob that evening! The eye roll from his wife was priceless.
I should show this to my neighbours. They'll never gripe about me loading up for a range trip again!
Note that all the AK-74s you can see have the bayonet fixed. That dude is taking no chances.
Can you ID the plane in the background? It is a very distinctive type.
The bigger question is do you have enough ammo???
Guy22
S&WIowegan
US Veteran
That guy is a Russian soldier who just stole all those guns from the armory. They will next be seen in the mid-east or Africa.
You know, if them wer Model 27s, Sal would be on a plane even as we speak.....
pilgrim6a
Member
You people are missing the most likely answer.
You are looking at a man who has REALLY pissed off the Sargent.
You are looking at a man who has REALLY pissed off the Sargent.
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