[heterosupremacist]

8. (my favorite)

.45/70 Government

You sir, were born a century too late. You find solace in a fat, stubby, fire hydrant of a cartridge that throws projectiles larger than the batteries for the remote control.

You have a serious man-crush on Yosemite Sam. When you shave that tiny part of your face that doesn’t sport facial hair, you finish with “Looking good, pardner.” The Cleveland Indians mascot makes you reach for your fetchin’-iron, and you don’t mind carrying enough lead in your cartridge belt to make your pants drop at light speed.

Oh, you can also work a lever action with your feet.

[Mouton]

Mine is 22-250.

[dinodino]

My favorite too.