Just don't get that zip caught up in the forward assist. Interesting things might happen.:-)
Ohhhhh!OK. I'm looking at it on a Blackberry and when Peter said "forward assist" I went back and gave it a closer look.There's cleavage in that picture! And I missed it the first time. Wow, that's not like me; I'm a man! But I'm an old man.*sigh*Con sarn it! By cracky! I feel like Gabby Hayes' older brother, Purple.
Ha! Love it!
Put me down for a subscription!word: fultust
Glad it wasn't a hot .308 casing.I was blistered once when a hot one landed in the pocket behind the right collarbone. I couldn't fish it out fast enough because of my shirt and some webbing. Like most ole honkies of Scotch-Irish descent, it doesn't take much to raise a blister.I did keep the muzzle pointed downrange.
Somerled, BTDT from a hot 30.06 brass last year at a high-power match. Down the collar, down my back to stop at the belt line between me and my undershirt.Big time boogie!!
*whistles, leers, á la Heinlein's The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress*
Pity, This doesn't seem to be on the news stands in Chicago.
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