So that .50 BMG rifle...
Oh man she's a beaut. Such a beaut. You feel nothing on the shoulder, it's like a 12 Gauge coming back at you (less even). Your body however, moves a full foot back
The sound she makes? There's nothing quite like it. There's also nothing quite like standing behind and off to the side of it as you get *****slapped by the wind force that comes from the muzzle
I love it. She's the gal that costs a lot to go out with, but damn does she know how to have a good time. Helluva bang.
I feel sorry for my Mosin though... didn't even shoot it while I was there. I think it's looking at me with its one, red dot eye... wondering why I didn't hold her like I used to
She's my brick though, the one I go out with to enjoy life together forever. Always a good time with a Mosin, and you do get more action from her in the end.
Is this wrong that I'm talking about my rifles like they're my girlfriends? I think something may be wrong with me. I'm starting to think maybe I've been alone for far too long...