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i had a blackout once, got rid of it pretty fast once i realized i could get same performance out of heavy bullets in a 556 ar-15 and ammo is much much cheaper if you dont roll your own!
Neither... A good old fashion 12 gauge pump action shotgun.
You can't beat that universal sound of a racking slide... followed by OH SHIZ, lets get outta here!
Load with #7 shot. Won't go through every wall in the house, yet will take out the bad guy at home defense ranges.
James Pepper: There's no law west of Dodge and no God west of the Pecos. Right, Mr. Chisum? John Chisum: Wrong, Mr. Pepper. Because no matter where people go, sooner or later there's the law. And sooner or later they find God's already been there.
Neither... A good old fashion 12 gauge pump action shotgun.
You can't beat that universal sound of a racking slide... followed by OH SHIZ, lets get outta here!
Load with #7 shot. Won't go through every wall in the house, yet will take out the bad guy at home defense ranges.
AR is WAY more versatile, can be loaded with varmit bullets for limited penetration, and with an upgraded charging handle can have just as impressive sound when a round is chambered, with much faster follow up shots, especially if they don't run, and there are more then one.
The Correct answer is 5.56.
You didn't use logic or reason to get into this opinion, I cannot use logic or reason to get you out of it.
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I used to hold fast to the shotgun thought too... but everyone around here has me about convinced of the AR instead... but just in case both sit by the bed...
We can keep Larry Root and all his idiotic blabber and user names on here, but we can't get Ralph back..... Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over....
Yes, I have observed an armed combatant, who already expressed intent to go out fighting so not to go back to prison, drop his handgun and comply immediately after a shotgun was placed into battery. On another occasion, a cornered murder suspect shot himself in the head near immediately after arriving officers were placing shotguns into battery upon exiting their vehicles. It is a very intimidating sound that telegraphs imminent pain and suffering to the person on the receiving end.
As to the 300BLK, I have nothing bad to say, a SR30 w/ a QDC suppressor is a wicked little beast, be it subsonic or supersonic. For what it is intended to do, nothing else, including the 5.56, can.
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Neither... A good old fashion 12 gauge pump action shotgun.
You can't beat that universal sound of a racking slide... followed by OH SHIZ, lets get outta here!
Load with #7 shot. Won't go through every wall in the house, yet will take out the bad guy at home defense ranges.
Has anybody ever heard of a real life experience that involved a gun fight or violent act to be prevented after somebody heard a shotgun being racked?
Travis
At a gunshow once a guy told me a story of just that happening. The door got jimmied open, he racks the shotgun back in his bedroom and on inspection he finds a pried open door but nobody there. Now he was selling shotguns so......
I'm talking about influencing somebody that was truly ready to fight.
Dave
Then no, I haven't heard of a one. Funny/sad story. When I was a kid there was an alcoholic that lived down the street from us. His son was a friend of mine. The police were called to his house one day for domestic violence and it turned into a barricade situation. There were cops everywhere and finally the guy comes out on his front porch carrying a bolt action rifle and a 5th of whiskey. I bet 10 Remington 870's racked shells at the same time. The guy calmly walked to the edge of the porch, sat down on the steps with the rifle in his lap, took a big slug of whiskey and grinned at nothing. All the neighborhood kids where running around and when it happened we scattered. Nothing came of it. After a few more drinks he put the rifle down and went to jail. He eventually sobered up and became a good father, husband, man. I've always wondered if he ever realized how close he came to his end that day.