I found this on another forum, where people ask some stupid questions.
This young mother is an avid shooter with a nice gun collection that she posts about among other things.
I apologize for any confusion I may have caused.
The question I originally answered was: A genie places a spell on you turning you into a gun. What type of gun would you turn into?
With absolutely no hesitation, if it were my choice, it would be a Ruger № 1.
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For sheer beauty it’s hard to beat the Ruger № 1. She’s a real looker but she’s also a teacher. She teaches patience and self-control. She helps you to learn the necessity of taking your time and giving your best and dealing with now because there may not be a next time.
Every time I shoulder mine I get the same feeling. Those of you who don’t conclude that I’m stark raving bat-**** crazy will understand what I’m about to say.
There’s that moment when your cheek touches the stock and with a little wiggle or two the butt plate hits that precise spot on your shoulder and then you open your eyes and the sight picture is perfect. The rest of the world just fades away at that point. You’re in a state of complete serenity and, literally, the rifle becomes an extension of your body. You know beyond any shadow of a doubt that this will be a great shot and your finger hasn’t even touched the trigger. You get your breathing under control and watch your heart beating in the scope. Your finger touches the trigger and you time your heartbeats so you can squeeze the trigger between them when your body is as stationary as it ever will be… and you begin to squeeze…
That’s the closest I’ve ever been to a “religious experience.” My mind has always been a little warped but the Ruger № 1 adds an audio dimension to what I’ve explained above. John Bettis and Michael James Bruce Clark must have been thinking of the № 1 when they wrote the song that made these words famous when they were sung by the Pointer Sisters.
I want a man with a slow hand
I want a lover with an easy touch
I want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
I want somebody who will understand
When it comes to love, I want a slow hand
[FONT=q_serif]Yes, she’s a great rifle and a great teacher but she has a sexy side as well. I think the lady below proves there’s nothing wrong with some tastefully executed pornography… gun porn that is.
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This young mother is an avid shooter with a nice gun collection that she posts about among other things.
I apologize for any confusion I may have caused.
The question I originally answered was: A genie places a spell on you turning you into a gun. What type of gun would you turn into?
With absolutely no hesitation, if it were my choice, it would be a Ruger № 1.
[FONT=q_serif]
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For sheer beauty it’s hard to beat the Ruger № 1. She’s a real looker but she’s also a teacher. She teaches patience and self-control. She helps you to learn the necessity of taking your time and giving your best and dealing with now because there may not be a next time.
Every time I shoulder mine I get the same feeling. Those of you who don’t conclude that I’m stark raving bat-**** crazy will understand what I’m about to say.
There’s that moment when your cheek touches the stock and with a little wiggle or two the butt plate hits that precise spot on your shoulder and then you open your eyes and the sight picture is perfect. The rest of the world just fades away at that point. You’re in a state of complete serenity and, literally, the rifle becomes an extension of your body. You know beyond any shadow of a doubt that this will be a great shot and your finger hasn’t even touched the trigger. You get your breathing under control and watch your heart beating in the scope. Your finger touches the trigger and you time your heartbeats so you can squeeze the trigger between them when your body is as stationary as it ever will be… and you begin to squeeze…
That’s the closest I’ve ever been to a “religious experience.” My mind has always been a little warped but the Ruger № 1 adds an audio dimension to what I’ve explained above. John Bettis and Michael James Bruce Clark must have been thinking of the № 1 when they wrote the song that made these words famous when they were sung by the Pointer Sisters.
I want a man with a slow hand
I want a lover with an easy touch
I want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
I want somebody who will understand
When it comes to love, I want a slow hand
[FONT=q_serif]Yes, she’s a great rifle and a great teacher but she has a sexy side as well. I think the lady below proves there’s nothing wrong with some tastefully executed pornography… gun porn that is.
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