I have the a twelve-inch astronomical telescope mounted on a sixteen inch naval rifle. I shoot Cape Buffalo three counties away with it. I schedule road trips with a large rental truck to dress the carcass(es) and drive them home again.
I can afford to fire the thing about once every five years. The neighbors have just about forgiven me for the previous shot when the next one comes around, once again breaking every window in a mile radius and causing structural damage to the closest of my neighbor’s houses. I sound a klaxon five minutes before each shot, so that they know to take cover and protect their ears and eyes.
They think I’m eccentric. I can’t imagine why.
Can I ride ‘shotgun’ next time out?
tooo damn funny!!! next shot, invite them over...I want to party with you, FRiend. Did I mention I'm trained in adjusting indirect naval gunfire? Doesn't sound like you'll need any help in the direct fire department...
I love the way Freepers think.