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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (12106)	8/24/1998 9:17:00 PM
From: greenspirit	Respond to of 71178

Damn! I love when you get on a roll like today! :-) What happened, did the baby finally let you get a good night sleep or something? :-) Alex, I've probably fired a gun 10 times in my life, never owned one. But I would definitely go down fighting for your right to own a gun. Michael

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (12106)	8/24/1998 9:44:00 PM
From: Dayuhan	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Wonder what the recoil and muzzle blast are like on one of those bolt action 50s. I've done a bit of long range stuff myself (back in the USA) but not with anything more than a .25-06. The 50 might be a bit much. During one of our numerous coups d'etat in the 80s I once watched (from a distance) a 50 machine gun went to work on a concrete wall. Impressive, to say the least. You definitely want to be behind it. Perhaps the gal in question WAS Rambi. Incognito, of course. Those furs in the back of the cave had to come from somewhere. Steve

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (12106)	8/25/1998 3:41:00 AM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

<<I read a tale of a gal who used one such to snipe coyote in Midwestern farmland, the kind that's carved into neat half-mile squares. >> To pick a nit here, those are one mile squares. Reason being a mile by a mile is 640 acres or a section of land. The roads are numbered from the Southwest corner of a county so that if you're at the intersection of 1100 North and 1500 East you are 11 miles North of the South boundary of the county and 15 miles from the West boundary. Still makes for a 1/2 mile shot.

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (12106)	8/25/1998 8:05:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

Penni tiptoed into DAR early, hoping for some coffee and a moment of peace before the boys returned from swim practice and devoured the kitchen like a very small plague of locusts. AH-DAR, a place of peace and gentle caring. Her place of respite, her retreat for renewal. Her toe met an obstacle on the floor and she went down, landing on the snoring body of Steve, who lay cradling what looked like-no!--a gun in his arms. He muttered something in Italian and rolled over. Penni extricated herself and headed for the kitchen; she would have to have a talk with him about the rules. Alex had the same problem in the early days. Perhaps he could speak with Steve. There was a movement in the corner. She peered into the gloom and saw Ish curled up with his arms around an M-14, smiling beatifically, a bottle by his side. Near him lay a small pile of handguns. And Michael! Now really, Michael knew better. Suspiciously she looked more closely around the room. Sure enough, there were Freddy and DSD under the grand piano, their heads resting on boxes of ammunition. Greasy rags littered the floor, spent shells rolled underfoot. Penni sighed and went into the kitchen. ALex turned from the Mr.Coffee and started guiltily. "Oh, hi! Umm--we had a --uhh--discussion group--yeah---a meeting here yesterday. We --ummm--were discussing--ahhh--war! Terrible thing, war. And- we-uhh-wanted to make sure we were fully informed and so we--had---Show and Tell! You know, for educational reasons." He held out a cup of coffee placatingly. Penni nodded. "I suppose it's not as bad as the time I came home and found all those cars in the yard and Thomas using my lingerie to wipe up the oil spills. I was finding beer cans in the flowerbeds for months after. Who knows what the neighbors thought. It wasn't even imported beer." "Real men don't drink imported beer." Alex said, hastily adding," Not that we were drinking yesterday. Well, except for maybe Ish. And we made sure his gun wasn't loaded." Penni went to the pantry and got out her largest cutglass vase. Returning to the living room, she collected all the small firearms and arranged them attractively in the vase with a few stems of eucalyptus. The larger weapons were a challenge but she finally tied them together with a huge plaid bow in autumnal colors and placed them next to the fireplace. "That's better," she muttered and went back to the kitchen to make more coffee. "Let's just hope Rambi's quest keeps her busy for a few more days." She said. "Did I ever tell you about the time I shot a B-B gun?"