WL has already sealed my fate: I am going to load up some black powder rounds and slip 'em into the ammo stream of my arch enemies at the rod n' gun club and laugh like a loon when they get the big heartybasso BOOM and the smoke and unholy stink of the Holy Black instead of the faggy report from their unmanly smokeless propellants. But - after I get beat up for that... I am going to get pounded for this range box above. HAR HAR HAR!!! HAR HAR HAR!!! AWESOME.
I was gonna get a Shiloh rifle when I turned 55 but it appears life and my Maker may have had other plans for me and my unsavory gun habit. Now it's looking like my rifle will have to wait for my 60th trip around the sun - but that's alright. I got time. And if I don't get the rifle in this life, I'll get it in the next one.
Behold perfection: The Filthie Rifleman!
The Montana Roughrider in .50-90 Sharps. Half round, half octagonal
barrel, matte finish, standard wood.
There'll be no money spent on fine engraving or embellishment;
this rifle will have the bulk of its investment in precision
The rifle will exist for one purpose: to punish enemy marksmen on the range
like Borepatch, Firehand and ASM.
While our friends at Shiloh are most certainly in the rifle business - they know what's what about the married man and have cleverly arranged a diversion for the ladies whilst us fellas take care of business when specifying our rifles. Even that is good for us guys - it is my scholarly opinion that women look better with sapphires than diamonds - but whadda I know?
All this talk of beatings, Sharps rifles, and women wearing sapphires - leaves me feeling good, bad and ugly! Perhaps some inspiring instrumental music is just what's needed on this fine Sunday morn!
Have a great Sunday folks.