Faster. Flatter. Heavier. More accurate. More this, more that. It's a natural force easy to succomb to. Taken to it's natural progression we lovingly lay our .50 Barrett into our Hummer, fill up a few times to arrive at our destination to take aim at a target silhouetted against the farthest horizon.
And then along comes a thread like this.
http://thefiringline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=570448
For every shot fired at a given range, how many more shots must have been fired at a lesser range just as effectively? Will the age humbled .30-30 ever not be in the top ten best sellers?
Who among us is not, or never someday will be, humbled by age and health and priority and wherewithall, to make compromises? Will we not all someday count coup in our minds for every shot fired and acknowledge that every bullet ultimately hits the ground?
And then along comes a thread like this.
http://thefiringline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=570448
For every shot fired at a given range, how many more shots must have been fired at a lesser range just as effectively? Will the age humbled .30-30 ever not be in the top ten best sellers?
Who among us is not, or never someday will be, humbled by age and health and priority and wherewithall, to make compromises? Will we not all someday count coup in our minds for every shot fired and acknowledge that every bullet ultimately hits the ground?