You have got to be dumber than an acre of fungus to say
"Well Mr. Correia, just how much is your life worth to you? If you valued your life, you’d see that HK was worth the price."to a guy who owns a whole store full of machineguns...
As for me? My life is only worth the price of the beat-to-hell Springfield on my hip.
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If I didn't already, I'd love you just for writing "dumber than an acre of fungus." You're the coolest.
HK longarms .... overpriced imitations of the original CETME.
Hey be fair here now!!! HK's are great guns....until you need service, parts,or repairs,!!! Course reloading for them is out of the question since by the time you hike 50 yards to find your brass who cares.
Tam, I bet you would need to fire less rounds from that beat-up Springfield, too.
To be fair, the guy who made the "What is your life worth to you" comment is actually poking fun at a thread posted on THR earlier this year (where an H&K fanboy got throughly ripped a new one). A couple of comments previous he was mocking the odd grips of H&K and Glock.
I always figured if the 1911 kept my grandpa's bacon safe on Okwinowa it will serve me well in No Dak. Besides, if you run out of ammo you can beat the bad guy with it, something that can't be done with combat tupperware.
I'm glad Andrew saw it--that guy was kidding. Check out NC's post two or three posts before the "What is your life worth?"
He actually posits an alternative theory of Teutonic Anatomy involving extra knuckles used to form perfectly rectangular fists in order to obtain comfortable firing positions on GLOCKs, HKs, and paving stones.
That's the problem! I don't have the pefectly dimensioned hands of the ubermensch.
...but I do have the prefectly dimensioned grip on a ratty old high power.
A long time ago I took a job as a night watchman at a bank. Part of the requirements for the security company was a mandatory gun safety/qualification course.
I was the only person in the course that day who carried a revolver--a used .38cal Smitty. Nothing special, just a gun. Everyone else had autos, the nicest was one carried by a Gary cop who wanted a second job.
At the range, the first iteration was slow-fire from 7 feet. I shot my six and looked at the other lanes. I don't consider it bragging to say that I had the tightest shot group because in fact the group was what I would consider average. It's just that the others were so HUGE (I only counted 5 holes on the Gary cop's target).
The instructor started to chew me out for shooting so fast with a wheelgun until he looked at my target, "...ah crap, never mind."
It ain't the arrow, it's the Injun.
gvi
Nothin' wrong with a revolver.
I've got two 1911's worth a good used car between the pair and Smiths in every caliber from .22LR to .44 Magnum, but the "In Arm's Reach Of My Bed" pistol is a 2" .38 K-frame.
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