Several years ago, while on a hunt for extinct Alaskan predasaurus dinosaures obamarediculousness I witnessed an incident that should give us all pause. Our rifles were resting in the camp rifle rack, all chambers empty and bolts open. Had we not been wearing sidearms this could have been ugly.
One of the rifles. a custom .338 magnum from a well known maker started to shake, then started to climb down the rack, kicking the less expensive and well worn rifles off of the rack on the way. When it (I do not know if it was a male or female rifle, all of mine, judging from their nick-names, have been female.) reached the bottom row and kicked the last, poor Remington 788 to the ground, it stood up on its buffalo horn butt plate and to our collective amazement, hopped to the tent where the ammunition was stored. To our abject horror we watched through the open tent flap as the rifle filled its magazine, closed its bolt, and aimed itself at the now cowering rifles at the bottom of the rifle rack. Simultaneously there were a half dozen loud reports from the .44 magnums carried by each of the hunters.The stock was shattered the forearm splintered and one lucky round slammed the bolt open, ejecting the loaded round. With smoking guns at the ready we approached the now dead and harmless rifle. We had saved the lives of several good old rifles and ended the career of one rifle that sought to murder its brethern. The moral of this story is this Guns don't kill people - people kill guns.
Stop Groaning and chuckle. This story is at least as funny as calling obama Mr. president.
Terry
