Gunslinger
Moderator
Well, fal went and done it. He, Slowpoke Rodrigo, Terridarri and I had little informal range session this weekend. Heretofore I had been tempted by the lure of the long range single shots. Oh, I had wanted one mind you. What true cowboy (at heart) hasn't gazed longingly at one. But I had been strong and resisted.
So here we are looking much like deranged armours from not one, not two, but three centuries when fal drags his .45-70 Rolling Block from its fringed case. The black evil guns did not speak to me. But the Rolling Block, oh, that Rolling Block. If one listened closely between shots on the range you could almost hear it whispering, "Gunslinger, Gunlsinger over here. You know you want to." fal did not help this. Each time I would glance in his direction he would give a small knowing smile, hold the Rolling Block, glance first at it, then me and then nod down range. But I remained strong. For almost two hours I help fast and resisted. By then the Rolling Block was all but screaming for me to shoot it, fondle it, surcum to its many charms.
I'm not sure if it was the weight of it. The sheer nostalgia. The sights. The huge cloud of dust stirred at the 100 yard line or perhaps the satisfying "thump" it gave the shoulder when shooting it. Oh, that thump. But I am now hooked. Doomed to search until I have one.
Thanks fal, as if my wish list weren't long enough already.
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Gunslinger
TFL End of Summer Meet, August 12th & 13th, 2000
So here we are looking much like deranged armours from not one, not two, but three centuries when fal drags his .45-70 Rolling Block from its fringed case. The black evil guns did not speak to me. But the Rolling Block, oh, that Rolling Block. If one listened closely between shots on the range you could almost hear it whispering, "Gunslinger, Gunlsinger over here. You know you want to." fal did not help this. Each time I would glance in his direction he would give a small knowing smile, hold the Rolling Block, glance first at it, then me and then nod down range. But I remained strong. For almost two hours I help fast and resisted. By then the Rolling Block was all but screaming for me to shoot it, fondle it, surcum to its many charms.
I'm not sure if it was the weight of it. The sheer nostalgia. The sights. The huge cloud of dust stirred at the 100 yard line or perhaps the satisfying "thump" it gave the shoulder when shooting it. Oh, that thump. But I am now hooked. Doomed to search until I have one.
Thanks fal, as if my wish list weren't long enough already.
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Gunslinger
TFL End of Summer Meet, August 12th & 13th, 2000
