- Location
- Aaaaaadmontin AB
Gotta love the gun nutz.
A week or two back I was sucking swamp water on the rifle range so I packed up my crap and went to the pistol range to shoot over there. Handguns are more honest and faithful than rifles and after my session of suckage - I deserved a break.
So I figure I'll just hassle the gongs when I discover I had left my ammo at home! Gawddammit!!! Then I spy another Gun Nut with a mighty fine S&W and I go over to pay my respects and ogle the pistol. Everything started off fine - he was shooting well and I made a point of saying so and then started quizzing him on the gun itself. He might have said a sentence or two about how great S&W is - and then he went complete Tourette's Syndrome on Ruger! He started talking about what a POS Rugers are, how they aren't finished properly and how their triggers are like eight miles of muddy, gravel oil lease roads! It was offensive. It was uncouth.
It was hilarious.
The reaction from the other Nutz present was akin to this:
The clod! The swine! The NERVE. The bloody cheek!!!!!
I skillfully and suavely made a graceful social exit - and with the smoothest grace - slid my Ruger Redhawk back into the range bag.
A week or two back I was sucking swamp water on the rifle range so I packed up my crap and went to the pistol range to shoot over there. Handguns are more honest and faithful than rifles and after my session of suckage - I deserved a break.
So I figure I'll just hassle the gongs when I discover I had left my ammo at home! Gawddammit!!! Then I spy another Gun Nut with a mighty fine S&W and I go over to pay my respects and ogle the pistol. Everything started off fine - he was shooting well and I made a point of saying so and then started quizzing him on the gun itself. He might have said a sentence or two about how great S&W is - and then he went complete Tourette's Syndrome on Ruger! He started talking about what a POS Rugers are, how they aren't finished properly and how their triggers are like eight miles of muddy, gravel oil lease roads! It was offensive. It was uncouth.
It was hilarious.
The reaction from the other Nutz present was akin to this:
The clod! The swine! The NERVE. The bloody cheek!!!!!
I skillfully and suavely made a graceful social exit - and with the smoothest grace - slid my Ruger Redhawk back into the range bag.
