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There is some conjecture that the outcome of the Battle of Little Big Horn was determined by rate of fire: incoming arrows outnumbered outgoing bullets.
However, a few tracer rounds will serve nicely for lighting them up in many senses of the term. With the unfortunate side effect, of course, of revealing your position.
Why is it a rule of life that side effects are, invariable, unfortunate?
When my dad was in basic training during WW2, he came across one idiot sitting on the barracks steps with a 50 caliber cartridge held between his legs, and he was attempting to hit the primer with a rock… (and somehow we still managed to win the war)
Ratkin Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Outtakes from the filming of Rust.
SHIVA almost 2 years ago
Ouch!!!!
macky87 almost 2 years ago
Sounds like something Doc Adams would say to Chester on Gunsmoke.
Doug K almost 2 years ago
… but he can fire his gun.
dflak almost 2 years ago
There is some conjecture that the outcome of the Battle of Little Big Horn was determined by rate of fire: incoming arrows outnumbered outgoing bullets.
Zebrastripes almost 2 years ago
Bada bing bada bang!
wongo almost 2 years ago
Custers last hand!
gammaguy almost 2 years ago
He wanted to be part of the Light Brigade.
ladykat Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Silly cowboy.
ekke almost 2 years ago
However, a few tracer rounds will serve nicely for lighting them up in many senses of the term. With the unfortunate side effect, of course, of revealing your position.
Why is it a rule of life that side effects are, invariable, unfortunate?
Frank Burns Eats Worms almost 2 years ago
He just assumed that fire hands was included in firearms.
Mayor Snorkum almost 2 years ago
Great one, Mr. B! A completely new, to me at least, gag that I never saw coming.
tinstar almost 2 years ago
Could this be the precursor to tracer rounds?
wildlandwaters almost 2 years ago
When my dad was in basic training during WW2, he came across one idiot sitting on the barracks steps with a 50 caliber cartridge held between his legs, and he was attempting to hit the primer with a rock… (and somehow we still managed to win the war)