A friend of mine killed a tiger in Vietnam with a Winchester 97, it took him 3 rounds of No.4 buck. He still loves a 97. He found a riot gun, not the US marked gun, but a police gun without a shroud, and by chance, I was able to get him a shroud. He loves me to death over that.


You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.