Thursday, April 06, 2006

Wheel Gun Need New Gun

It's time for me to buy a new gun. Yup, it's been awhile. Aside from the small detail of figuring out where to get the money, I need to decide on the gun I will purchase. My neighbor's son works for Thompson Center Arms and he gave me their new catalog recently. I am partial to the Encore Pro Hunter. It's a single shot available in many calibers from a .22 Hornet up to a .416 Rigby. You could hunt humming birds one day and bull elephants the next.

I was also ogling the Smith & Wesson .500 double action revolver. My god what a monster. The 50 caliber bullet has over twice the muzzle energy of a .44 magnum. No engine block would be safe around me. It goes for just under $1K.

Actually, I wouldn't mind an over/under 12 gauge to go trap shooting with. As long as The Cod God isn't throwing the clay pigeons. He is always doing shit like slinging them upside down or right above the grass ("Look, a rabbit!") and disturbing my zen like concentration. And I promise not to shoot anyone if I go quail hunting.

Let me know what you guys think I should get. Also, don't forget to send along any financial contributions to the cause.

12 Comments:

At 10:22 PM, Blogger Allyon said...

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but a gun is always a phallic symbol. I'm just sayin'...

 
At 10:33 PM, Blogger B-Face said...

Is the S&W .500 the one that we were ogling at the Kittery Trading Post? The one with the red/orange stripe down the back of the grip? If so, you were SO DAMN CLOSE to buying it that one day (no egging on by me, of course) only you feared reprisal by some entity you would not name. But boy, you had that gleam in the eye. I say go for it. Forget the Thompson, you got one. Who need to hunt hummingbirds or elephants in New Hampshire? It's like when I bought my Ruger .44 mag. I went with the Cod God (both of us drunk) and I was determined to get a wheel gun (no gay semi autos, thank you - that would be like picking a CD over vinyl!) but I assumed it would be a .32 or .38, maybe .357 tops. Perhaps even a very accurate .22. But hey, I figured, if you're jumping in, jump into the deep end. I went all the way and got the biggest revolver there (no, it was nothing Freudian, sorry to all you armchair psychiatrists - not trying to prove anything, just trying to get the most "bang for my buck" - like buying a muscle car: If you're gonna do it, do it right. Why screw around with half-assed shit?). Now that there's an even deeper end, you owe it to yourself and everyone else, especially me if I can shoot it, to get the biggest fucking revolver out there.

My two cents.

Oh by the way, I figured out the Cod God's trap shooting tricks.
When we went with him that time where he outshot us both, there was one important factor: HE was tossing the pigeons when we shot. Like you said, upside down, left right and high into the air. I always wondered why my one-time very best (9 out of 10) was matched by him time and again. It's because when we tossed the pigeons, we did so in a static fashion without ever moving or screwing with the trajectory. It's like he was hitting in a home run derby with everything served over the plate and we were facing Wakefield's knuckler, then Schilling's fastball, and then a friggin' curveball.

Maybe I'm making excuses. But still.

 
At 10:33 PM, Blogger B-Face said...

Allyon, sometimes a gun's just a way to kill things.

 
At 1:01 AM, Blogger Wheel Gun Bob said...

BFace - That was a .454 Casull that we were looking at at the KTP. A big gun but a pussy compared to the .500 S&W.

 
At 6:51 AM, Blogger B-Face said...

Yeah, that was it! The Casull! But I wouldn't call it a "pussy."
Hey is the .500 the same gun as the .50 cal 5-shot revolver they came out with a few years back (5 shots because the cylinder can't handle more)? I read an article where a guy in India killed a freakin' elephant with it. It had been eating from his garden.

 
At 8:45 AM, Blogger The Cod God said...

My favorite part about that day was when Bob was complaining that the double barrel shotgun he was using (Rodger's fathers) must have the wrong chokes or something.

I remember saying "Let me try it"... after hitting 8 out of 10 pigeons, handing it back.

"It works fine, Bob"

A blank look... then "Fuck you, Colin"

Re: Bface's .44

That day was fucking hysterical. Bface REEKED of beer. I remember feeling bad for the salesman as he and Bface leaned in close together to look more closely at the gun.

He probably said "I bet there will be a killing tonight" after we left.

I think that was the middle point of our 3-30 packs of beer drunk in 36 hours.

Bface goes into the store to get a 6-er, after we agreed to take it easy, comes out with 30 beers.

"I guess we're drinkin' today"

 
At 1:36 PM, Blogger Wheel Gun Bob said...

You should have hit 10 out of 10 with me launching the clays.

 
At 8:15 PM, Blogger B-Face said...

That friggin' double-barrel kept getting so damn hot that you couldn't reload it because the barrels expanded from the heat and it was impossible to open. Plus, I couldn't hit shit with it. I blamed it on the fact that the barrels were next to each other and that put my aim off (as if shot doesn't spread). So I switched to other gun in a huff to improve my game.
Miss.
Miss.
Miss.
Almost.
Miss.

Screw it, I'll be in the truck.

 
At 9:47 AM, Blogger Wheel Gun Bob said...

Hey, with The Cod God tossing the clays, nobody could win. Plus the truck had The Mono Men in the tape deck.

 
At 8:52 PM, Blogger B-Face said...

My favorite was when he would aim the pigeon into the dirt six feet in front on him after lobbing it so high it practically went backwards over our heads once the wind caught it.
"You guys fuckin' suck!"

By the way, I think it may have been the Nomads in the tape deck. Not sure.

 
At 1:12 PM, Blogger The Cod God said...

We can remember which way I threw a particular clay pigeon 7 years ago, but our wives and/or girlfriends go without birthday presents....

Just how the Codfather would have wanted it.

 
At 8:12 PM, Blogger B-Face said...

I'm ashamed that I can't recall if it was the Mono Men or the Nomads in the tape deck.
I have failed you all.

 

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