I've actually had to ponder that question somewhat...............Now, I could wander off in a huge philosophical diatribe of what reality means to me...........but at 170 and counting guns in my vault and 10s of thousands of loaded rounds and 10s of thousands of brass to be loaded, I'm not sure of my reality, let alone what reality would mean to others..........My reality only involves first world problems, so do I really have a firm grasp on reality, one may ask? My reality poses questions like which of my 170 some odd guns do I take for my 9th safari...........I can tell you as a poor teenager this was not reality to me, but an unattainable pipe dream. Altai Argali and Marco Polo were so far beyond reality as to be somewhere with unicorns and Irish stag, creatures of the mythical mists, and yet here they are in my trophy room.
So as you can see JJohn, one persons reality is another's unattainable pipe dream.............so really what is reality? Only you can say what it means to you and I can only say what it means to me. One thing I do know is that I haven't worried for many years where my next meal is coming from.............That is MY reality.
And I just don't listen to the voices any more.................![]()
The part in red makes me wonder if this is Douglas admitting that he actually has killed a Unicorn. I'm just curious why we haven't seen any pictures or the details of this hunt. Is the .234 penguin enough for Unicorns?