***** 'Ol Slab Sides******

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From J.M. Browning it came,
The World of Handguns would never be the same.
Cast from steel & wood,
Fits the hand like we know it should.
Through 2 World Wars, Korea & 'Nam,
The "trusty" sidearm of many a man.
In sand & snow, mud & blood.
The gun's a legend, would talk if it could....
Trust no other gun but the .45,
Into battle with it & you'll survive.
Whether it's clean, dirty or abused,
It will work even if mis-used.
From Father to Son it shall pass,
The gun's a keeper & will last.
Designed by Browning to stem the "tide",
A favorite of ours is 'Ol Slab Sides !
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My 1st foray into "Gun Poetry" ;)


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HS, *sniff* that was beautiful! You have my vote for TFL "Poet Laureate"! BigG

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Be mentally deliberate, but muscularly fast. Aim for just above the belt buckle.
Wyatt Earp
 
*snif*

I'd been kind of playing with the idea of trading in my 1911 towards a Glock 29... until I read this.

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"The right of no person to keep and bear arms in defense of his home, person and property, or in aid of the civil power when thereto legally summoned, shall be called in question.." Article 11, Section 13, CO state constitution.
 
Coineach,

Why the self-imposed limitation? Keep the slabside & get plastic, too.
 
HS:

Yeah, left me kinda misty eyed too. As you are now TFL's newly dubbed "Poet Laureate", may I be so bold as to recommend/commission your next literary effort? The Browning P-35 was the mainstay of your country's military for many, many years and has a cult following here in the states. What do you think...doable?

Mike
 
Mykl, I'm doing just that. P'raps the 1911 will go in one of those nifty glass cases...

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"The right of no person to keep and bear arms in defense of his home, person and property, or in aid of the civil power when thereto legally summoned, shall be called in question.." Article 11, Section 13, CO state constitution.
 
I found this poem to "slab Sides" Here is the last three verses: For three quarters of a century This gun has served us well,On our march to Victory- And on our march to Hell. Its long and glorious day is done 'Twill take its place beside The Sharps,the Springfield and Garand M1 Th' emblems of our pride. Well miss it. And who are we- Who with the gun grow old? We're America"s Fighting Men, and we Stopped 'em with it. Cold.
 
Ivan,
That's good!
Every bit as nostalgic as the lyrics to "Fiddler's Green"...
Mykl
 
This was posted on Shooters by Bank....
(To the cadence of "Twas the Night Before Christmas"):
The men were all gathered at the local gun range; most were old veterans, their attire very strange. The muffs were all hung on a nail by the door; their last bit of hearing was lost in '44. They oohed and they ahhed as the rampant horse pranced; the next one inch group made them wish they could dance. When what to their trifocaled eyes should appear; a red Volvo which screeched in and parked in the rear. From out of the car stepped a peculiar sight; 3 young men dressed in camo and black face paint for night. They carried many cases and walked rather spastic; when they got right up close you could tell they were plastic. They glanced at the gun racks with scorn and disdain; no steel gun with wood grips could ever gain fame. The veterans watched in amazement and awe as they proudly produced what dropped many a jaw. For red beams of light danced all over the place, as the weekend commandos took turns with no grace. They sprayed tiny bullets at a very fast rate; you could hear tiny whiffles as they zipped round the plates. With fifty round mags and high pitched yelpings of glee, they hosed down the range, the backstop and trees. A respite ensued, just enough time to reload; they gave a brief lecture on plastic and diodes. As they loaded their gear and headed out to their car, a quick glance was taken at a target near the bar. Right dead in the center was a small tiny cluster; having never seen such a sight, they thought it lacked luster. For what sort of bullet could make that silly jive; they never would know it was not one slug, but five. As they flew out of sight in a cloud full of dust, the veterans wiped down their "slabsides" to prevent any rust. As they folded their targets and stowed all their gear, they marveled at what new scenes come round every year. For lasers, plastics and hi tech galore, will never replace a well aligned bore. As they pondered the new age they recalled a truth from back when: For boys will be boys, and men will be men!! :) Bank the Laureate

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Like us.

HS and Bank have so much to say,
About all our veterans and our kids today.
And about an old pistol we call Old Slabsides
But really they’re speaking of honor and pride.

Please keep on writing, you are both on the way
To becoming as famous as Browning one day.
And we all should remember what you bring to mind.
That honorable men are the very best kind.

Oh I know your poems, seem to be of a gun
And the veterans who used it, in war and for fun.
But the values you note, are timeless, my friend.
Things we must teach our kids, before our lives do end.

So I ask you to please, just stay excited
About right and wrong, and the wrongs we have righted.
And responsibility, how it comes with our Rights.
So my poetic friends, you’ll now have sleepless nights.

As you think about all of these time-honored traits
And also think about shooting those plates,
You’ll find that you’re writing about right and wrong
And how our Gun Rights have been sold for a song.

I smile with my weak arm around your sagging shoulder
Note how we ponder much as we grow older.
And turning to poetry, our books and such
We learn that as youngsters, we didn’t know much.

So we as the old blokes, must share what we’ve learned
And tell of the good and bad times we have earned.
Just be of good faith, for one thing we can say
That those silly kids, will be like us one day.

[This message has been edited by Dennis (edited November 04, 1999).]
 
Posted by JimV, he found a copy of it thumbtacked to a wall in a Northern Michigan cabin some time back.

==========LINES TO MY LADY .45==========
For wide open spaces the rifle's all right,
Where there's time, space, and distance, and plenty of light,
But for work on the instant, when shooting is tight,
You can't get the slant with a rifle.

So, I'll say at times it is all very well,
But for deviltry, death and the raising of hell,
The Colt .45 is unusually swell,
And will go where you can't with a rifle.

You can splatter a dollar at seventy feet
With a stunning precision that's pleasing and neat;
So I'll still make the claim that the Colt can't be beat,
And will do what you can't with a rifle.

So when something it crashing the alders ahead,
And it's death to the brute, or you in the stead,
Let the Colt automat, the fist-filling gat, the chunky blue cat,
Chuck its competent lead.


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******The Wonder 9******

From the mind of Browning again it came,
A gun to fall into the Hall of Fame.
13 rounds of 9mm firepower,
To those who know, 'twas the Hi-Power.
Sauvaige finished the initial design,
For what was to become the 1st Wonder 9.
Of double column mag & S/A trigger,
The Army specs said nothing bigger....
No longer 7 + 1 of .45 ACP firepower,
Hose 'em down with the Hi-Power !
Otherwise known as the P-35,
Soldiers swore by it to keep them alive.
Adopted in War by many a Nation,
For some it was their salvation.
Copied & produced both far & wide,
The idea remained of many bullets inside.
Now replaced by Polymer & plastic,
Some would confer that Plastic's Fantastic.
But give me a gun of Steel & Wood,
I'll hit the target both true & good.
Now a curio after so many years,
It may be old but brings forth tears...
For if you have hands that are NOT "slight",
Better watch out for that HAMMER BITE !



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[This message has been edited by HS (edited November 05, 1999).]
 
HS:

Absolutely fantastic! A poet who can produce on demand....I owe you a steak dinner and all the beer you can drink on that one...

Mike
 
HS,

The miracle of your poem is not in the rhyme,
For that can be done most any old time.
But the way you reported the Hi-Power’s history,
To doggerel writers like me is a mystery.

With two fingers touched to the brim of my Stetson
I add you to my heroes, and fella, I’ve met some.
Your ode to the Browning Hi-Power’s a wonder!
So a tip o’ the hat to the poet “down under”.

I marvel at us who so love the gun
That we have so many good ways to have fun!
I guess that’s why gun control makes us fret and fuss.
We know that our governments, can’t think for us.

We’re not dumb provincials as they like to portray us
And we’ve seen in the past how oft’ they betray us!
So we’ll fight for the Right to Keep and Bear Arms,
To save us and our loved ones from life’s many harms!

We’re trained and we’re ready, our guns are well oiled.
As we think of the horrors that gun users have foiled.
In lands where the brave and proficient do dwell
Many a Bad Guy has been sent to hell.

We’re all safer for it, yes even the children,
The youngsters, the oldsters, yes ALL men and women
So we’ll stay free but armed, hoping we never use it.
And we’ll stay trained as well so we never abuse it.

Working together our lives will be finer
You can be sure that I’ll save you a Shiner!
So a toast to HS! “His Hi-Power won’t fail ya!”
We send blessings to you, in Brisbane, Australia!

[This message has been edited by Dennis (edited November 05, 1999).]
 
To be fair to the "other" guys, I penned this but lost enthusiasm near the end. ;)

******The Glock******

Gaston Glock a name well known,
Brought forth a gun totally "home grown".
A Polymer gun never heard of before,
The purest's grumbled, then they swore...
We've got the 1911, who'd want more ?
A gun out of plastic, all boxy & black,
Will the frame split, melt or crack ?
Time has passed & Glock's still with us,
In LEO's holsters & with the Mrs.
Many models & calibres there to choose from,
"Glock Perfection" is what they rely on.
Light to hold & carry all day,
"Easy to shoot" is what the Experts all say.
A strange D/A trigger & striker design,
Getting used to it does take time.
So if you're not biased & will take a chance,
Buy a Glock & make the shots dance.
They point quite high & with some instruction,
You'll cut out the 10 ring & cause some Destruction.
But be warned the Glock doesn't like lead,
Swap out the stock barrel or you'll end up dead.
So in final conclusion the Glock's just a gun,
By one, shoot it & have some FUN !


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[This message has been edited by HS (edited November 06, 1999).]
 
HS,

:D If THAT is UNenthusiastic writing, I can't wait to see what you do when your excited!!! :D

Great stuff, HS!
 
Aww, gee, shucks Dennis (Blush) ;)
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Bank at Shooter's been at it again...
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Lest We Forget . . . . . .
Born of the Mormons and raised upon principle; his values remained through his life quite so simple.
Son of a gunmaker, his legacy carved; his first dozen guns insured no one would starve.
As his skills still developed with an ambitious vigor, he delved into making many wartools exemplar.
The automatic pistol, the BAR; his .30 and .50 remain lauded near and far.
As his life progressed onward and the war had been won, it became so apparent to him what he had done.
For though victory and freedom had just been reborn, his heart was quite heavy and his conscience was torn.
His genius was applauded from both far and from wide, but he knew in his heart he helped millions to die.
With reparations in mind, he drew up a plan; he would build up a gun to benefit all of man.
He drafted and pondered, tested and drilled, a gun with which all of mankind would be thrilled.
With twin tubes o'er the other, style and grace above most, a shotgun emerged o'er which many would boast.
It pointed so naturally, and swung like the best; its cost made it possible for most to possess.
It swept through the World, many trophies it claimed; many men passed it on with no need to explain.
As his life drew to a close, many clamoured to his door: reporters, writers and gun scribes galore.
Do tell us, they begged, which one was the greatest: Which one do you think made you so very famous?
Was it the A-5, the levers, the Winchester '94? The 1911 which so many adore?
Your .50 which brought many planes to the ground? Your .30 which functioned to the very last round?
With no hesitation, his mind was quite clear; he knew which of many he would hold oh so dear.
He would point to the Superposed and he never relented: "This is the best gun I ever invented". . .
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Now that's what I call "writing !" :D

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[This message has been edited by HS (edited November 06, 1999).]
 
BOOK!

Put all of these in a book!

Add to them as the spirit moves you, but PRESERVE them!

You could use a notebook and put them in order - chronological by work, chronological by firearm, by inventor or by whim.

But keep 'em. There may come a time when nobody will remember what these guns ever were. Those people will never know what we felt for our guns - what you put so well in verse.

Preserve your works in a book - not for you - but for THEM!

Youy're good! You know it! Keep 'em, HS. Please.
 
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