This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will ...
My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit ...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will ...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!
I always heard that if you have to name a piece of equipment, it’s because it’s a piece of crap.
Like a POS car, ol bessie, the tank, the bomb or leakin lena.
I did know an old retired army 1st sergeant, every time he showed me one of his rifles, it was “Old Bertha” , see him on a return service call, him want to show me another rifle...its name Big Bertha”
I just thought he was a fruitcake. What the F is a “Bertha” anyway? Sounds like an old fat ugly whore.
I always heard that if you have to name a piece of equipment, it’s because it’s a piece of crap.
Like a POS car, ol bessie, the tank, the bomb or leakin lena.
I did know an old retired army 1st Sargent, every time he showed me one of his rifles, it was “Old Bertha” , see him on a return service call, him want to show me another rifle...its name Big Bertha”
I just thought he was a fruitcake. What the F is a “Bertha” anyway? Sounds like an old fat ugly whore.
............lol....POS? Not with my two nicknamed rifles. But I see your point!
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will ...
My rifle and I know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit ...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will ...
Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but peace!
I thought that Private Pyle's weapon was named, "Charlene".
No named after anyone rifles here; although the one that I won in a gun raffle gets called my "lucky gun". And I always refer to my sporterized Swedish Mauser as "The Swede", and the 257 Weatherby is "The Bee". Buddy of mine does have a 257 Roberts which, of course, is "Bob".
Ol’ Lazarus is my rebuilt government contract rifle with a Harpers Ferry lock and a bore freshed out to 32 balls to the pound! Raised from the dead! Just like Ol’ Lazarus was.
Ol’ Whiskey is my new 1792 contract rifle, so named for the first conflict they was first reported used in. The Whiskey Rebellion.
The .50 caliber flintlock chunk gun I use at the annual Alvin York memorial "meat shoot" already had a name when I traded for it. Out of respect for it's late former owner, I'll continue to call it "Old T-Bone". So far all I've won with it is hamburger, but that's the fault of the shooter, not the gun! Jerry
I always heard that if you have to name a piece of equipment, it’s because it’s a piece of crap.
Like a POS car, ol bessie, the tank, the bomb or leakin lena.
I did know an old retired army 1st sergeant, every time he showed me one of his rifles, it was “Old Bertha” , see him on a return service call, him want to show me another rifle...its name Big Bertha”
I just thought he was a fruitcake. What the F is a “Bertha” anyway? Sounds like an old fat ugly whore.
I always heard that if you have to name a piece of equipment, it’s because it’s a piece of crap.
Like a POS car, ol bessie, the tank, the bomb or leakin lena.
I did know an old retired army 1st sergeant, every time he showed me one of his rifles, it was “Old Bertha” , see him on a return service call, him want to show me another rifle...its name Big Bertha”
I just thought he was a fruitcake. What the F is a “Bertha” anyway? Sounds like an old fat ugly whore.
It is a generational thing specific to WW1 in reference to German guns. The parlance still lingers and is recognised by older Service members.
I name children and pets. Like others on here I do not name my firearms. I do have a 2004 Ford ranger that I've begun to refer as "Mr. Spooky" as I'm convinced there is paranormal activity in play.
got a very old single shot .22 that only shoots shorts cuz LRs blow the bolt open. My dad bought it as a kid for a buck and it spent years as a trapline dispatcher. For as many years as I can recall it's been called "Pee Wee". There are a very few guns that will never be for sale. Pee Wee is one.
I always heard that if you have to name a piece of equipment, it’s because it’s a piece of crap.
Like a POS car, ol bessie, the tank, the bomb or leakin lena.
I did know an old retired army 1st sergeant, every time he showed me one of his rifles, it was “Old Bertha” , see him on a return service call, him want to show me another rifle...its name Big Bertha”
I just thought he was a fruitcake. What the F is a “Bertha” anyway? Sounds like an old fat ugly whore.
The .45-70 is named Thumper. The .416R is Truck Gun. The Ithaca 37 is Doom. The Win 50 is Red Cloud. The Sneezer is....
I could go on and on and on.
DD:
The rifle that I use in Alaska and Colorado elk hunting is named Thompson Center (T/C) Icon Weathershield 30-06. The rifle that I use for antelope and Coues Deer is named T/C Venture 25-06. The rifle that I use for varmints like prairie dogs is named T/C Icon Precision Hunter .223. I have a Savage model 93 .22Magnum I call Savage 93 .22magmun.
I could also go on but what would be the point?
I gave names to my children but, I don't give names to my rifles or any other tools that I own. I own a cordless drill that I call cordless drill.
I started calling my Ruger 77 in 7mm Rem Mag “The Lightening Rod” cause it killed deer “outta the blue”, but it’s just “the 7 Mag” now. Only other thing I ever named was “Henry The Ford”, a not so mild mannered ‘71 Galaxy 4 door. “Henry” is still recalled by friends for his ability to jump through covered bridges and for his hubcap tossing donuts. That car had more personality/soul than anything else I’ve ever drove. 7mm
KC, work on it a little bit, you can do mo better.
My TC .22 short is named Pig Popper. The .17 Zimmerstutzen is called Zimmer ‘cause I don’t speak German clearly. Hell, I’ve even named other people’s guns. The NVA’s 12.7mm for example was Ho Li Chitt!!!