I have a few interesting sporting pistols, and a decent slug/grouse defense shotgun, but have been without a rifle for a few years, now. Thinking I should have a rifle, though, in case a black bear ever decides to get between me and my s4ithouse at the lake, or if Doug finally decides to stop hunting whitetailed deer and therefore leaves some for the rest of us.
I like the looks of this thing. It's small and light, like my wallet. I could store it and transport it easily, and carry it all day. I like that it comes with iron sights. I also appreciate that it eats a small, cheap, corrosively-primed steelcased milsurp plinking cartridge that costs more to dispose of ethically than it does to buy. (East Bloc primers: Now with extra mercury!)
And it's got controlled-round feeding, girls! Yes! Controlled-round feeding. That means, the next time I'm set upon by a ravenous pack of porcupines and find myself rolling ass-over-brainbucket down a loamy hill with my suspenders flailing around my ears while shrieking like a little girl (six times now), I won't have my precious live rounds (five for a dollar, made of real metal) spilling out of my breech cluttering up the environment (I love the environment) and possibly putting out an eye.
So. Yeah. Please help me prevent an act of indebtedness. 'Cause I'd be way better off with one of those Marstar Norinco carbeens, right?
Right?
I like the looks of this thing. It's small and light, like my wallet. I could store it and transport it easily, and carry it all day. I like that it comes with iron sights. I also appreciate that it eats a small, cheap, corrosively-primed steelcased milsurp plinking cartridge that costs more to dispose of ethically than it does to buy. (East Bloc primers: Now with extra mercury!)
And it's got controlled-round feeding, girls! Yes! Controlled-round feeding. That means, the next time I'm set upon by a ravenous pack of porcupines and find myself rolling ass-over-brainbucket down a loamy hill with my suspenders flailing around my ears while shrieking like a little girl (six times now), I won't have my precious live rounds (five for a dollar, made of real metal) spilling out of my breech cluttering up the environment (I love the environment) and possibly putting out an eye.
So. Yeah. Please help me prevent an act of indebtedness. 'Cause I'd be way better off with one of those Marstar Norinco carbeens, right?
Right?


















































