I'd still love to pull up beside the feller plinking away with this little anemic prick and wail a 140 TTSX by way of a 7-08 R25 across a 600 yard stretch and biitch slap the gong at the other end.
Ya'd have to wait till I was otu of ammo for my 223 so the gong would quit moving with each hit though. But I'd humor ya at the end of a mag.
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....
