An Ode
ahem
They may be shiny,
They may be dull;
They may look pretty
Upon the wall
They may be black,
Or maple wood,
(And tiger maple
Looks very good)
There may be finials
Carved with skill,
Or not a whirl,
C-scroll or frill.
They may be heavy,
Long, and tall,
Or hardly weigh
Anything at all
And fit in a purse, By the wallet and keys
Which surely will any
True Patriot please.
Some are new,
Some are old,
Some quite subtle,
Some rather bold;
Some are printed,
Some are forged,
Some for fun,
And some for war.
Some have bolts,
And others locks,
Yet others wheels
And even rocks.
Some use a cap,
Or a bit of rope,
Which latter kind
Will work (I hope).
Yes, they are all kinds,
All colors and shapes,
All looks and feels,
All models and makes
But whatever you like
And whichever you choose,
I hope you find
The gun for you.
Happy Gunday, 'pedes.
Hugs my M1A, " you always fire when I pull the trigger"
Squeeze the trigger. FTFY.
Edit : What is your rifle's name BTW? My favorite is named Johnathan. Jonathan Wick.
Mine is named Gunny.
Loved R. Lee Ermey. He was the grandfather I wished I'd had. Mine on my father's side was most likely killed in WWII by the Nazis when they took over Europe. There are no records as to what happened to him and my grandmother.
Grandfather on my mother's side never said much, "If you need anything talk to your mother or grandmother... I don't meddle in the affairs of girls in our family."
R. Lee was always so respectful and polite to the ladies on his show. A great man.
Mine's Ole Blue
Awe... reminds me of Blue from that classic movie Old School.
"You're my boy! Blue!"
Blue : "Sir! Yes Sir!"
When they kidnap him have to help him carefully into the van, it is so hilarious! All the othe pledges were black bagged and tossed in like a sack of potatoes! Ha! Ha!
That's funny I haven't chosen a name yet.
Love those movies, Keanu is adorable even being almost 60 years old. So gentlemanly too, even when leaving an enemy crippled with a pencil in their aorta.
"If you pull it out... you will die."
I have a 1766 (repro) Charleville flintlock named Antoine.
I sleep next to Antoine every night.
He doesn't always hit the spot (smoothbore, y'know), but when he does...
*p.s. if you want one, Pedersoli is your company. And get French amber flints.
Nice, why Antoine? There has to be story there somewhere, especially if it is for something that you use to protect yourself at night in case of intruders.