An avid shooter goes to Hell

[dannyjbiggs]

It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous, lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation forming a useless, bleak straitjacket in a black, absurd cosmos.

Not to worry...death will save you from it.

 

[rr2030]

Not to worry...death will save you from it.

Thats good news, I was beginning to be concerned.

 

[K22]

My version - big blue sunny skies - mile after mile of rolling freshly cut hay fields -70 degrees - low humidity - 25 year old body - capable of walking the fields for hours - sub 1/4 moa 6 pound rifle with a Leupold 6 x18 scope - ground hog holes galore.

This must be heaven so I believe

As I walk over a rise I see a monster hog sitting on his hole at 200 yards. I set my rifle on the shooting sticks and take aim - there are no cross hairs in the scope - I hear a voice say, "Welcome to Hell Son."

 

[Ron Gorski]

It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous, lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation forming a useless, bleak straitjacket in a black, absurd cosmos.

bet you can't say this 10x fast!

 

[300_whisper]

My version - big blue sunny skies - mile after mile of rolling freshly cut hay fields -70 degrees - low humidity - 25 year old body - capable of walking the fields for hours - sub 1/4 moa 6 pound rifle with a Leupold 6 x18 scope - ground hog holes galore.

This must be heaven so I believe

As I walk over a rise I see a monster hog sitting on his hole at 200 yards. I set my rifle on the shooting sticks and take aim - there are no cross hairs in the scope - I hear a voice say, "Welcome to Hell Son."

That reminds me of the dreams I have when I’m in a fight, and I know how to fight, but when I punch it’s like I’m hitting the guy in the face with pillows.

All the conditions are set, but one little thing makes it not come together.

 

[Ccrider]

Sounds like a good description of hell.

I got 5 on it , take 2 hits and pass my bomb back.

You took me there. The Luniz. Foggy windows soggy Indo. Couldn’t help but laugh.

 

[PopCharlie]

It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous, lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation forming a useless, bleak straitjacket in a black, absurd cosmos.

Yup, life is hard, then you die. But on the bright side.....I came into this world with nothing. After 63 years, I still have some of it left.

PopCharlie

 

[snert]

I walked into my reloading room where I have 5000 40 and 9mm brass, 4000 prepped 308, a pile of bullets and even some useful powder.

No primers

Oh hell....