Rommel was five foot six — my height. Pfirsich is around six feet. We’re thinking — Danish blood back there a ways?
I know somebody who went shooting with an MP 40 in the Arizona desert. At targets on 8 feet away. On hard rock. (You know who you are).
Is anybody surprised that he got a richochet through the foot? Or that he tried to tell the doctor it “wasn’t a bullet wound!”?
*chuckles* Not hardly! Sounds like you know somebody who doesn’t take lethal weapons seriously.
Went shooting with same guy once before I really learned what “Gun Nut” meant (there are photos). Yes, I have fired everything from an Enfield — nice accurate beast, but heavy — to an AK 47. Their owner flipped open the trunk of his car, to reveal everything from pistols to fully automatics, thrown in like jackstraws. He didn’t know which were on safe — or LOADED — which were not. (Now class: when is a weapon on safe OR empty? Answer: NEVER). I have photos from these loons POINTING THE WEAPON AT THE PHOTOGRAPHER. All these dingbats want guns, but not a damn one of them knows how to handle one. They literally think they’re toys.
The only non-nutty gun owners are Marines, because they have literally had all the s— about weapons beat out of them. They are taught — firmly — that these things are not toys. Try go shooting with one; the first hour is spent on the safety lecture. Thank gods.
That wouldn’t be Groat, would it?
Who said that? Did I say that? Actually, it’s a BUNCH of guys I like personally but try very hard to stay out of range of, because, well, I kinda like breathing. You know who you are.
That DOES lend a whole new meaning to the term “gun nut” I was taught to handle firearms by a former WWII combat engineer sergeant who didn’t mess around with them either. My family considered shooting to be a polite accomplishment.