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Is a splurgegun retrofit available? |
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Depleted uranium splurge? |
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[+] yes,very cute but though those gangsters are dead and you need a Hip-Hop version now. |
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What? It doesn't shoot rags? |
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You should be able to set it, via a small dial on the
side of the gun, to different rhythms - "waltz",
"cha-cha-cha", etc. |
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Ideally, there would also be a setting called "Machine Gun" which fired bullets in time with the drumbeats of "Machine Gun" by Portishead. |
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You'd expect a Vulcan to naturally do 6(?) time. |
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I did once hear of a bunch of army musicians being trained on
heavy MGs, who were burning out barrels, firing belt-long bursts,
until the instructor fixed a music rest in place of the sight. |
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^ <looks around to make sure 8th isn't lurking> while I didn't burn out the barrel, there was definitely some distributed weeping and gnashing of teeth over having to recalibrate it, resulting in yours truly spending a memorable weekend lugging 80lbs worth of heavy machine gun (as well as everything else normally carried) around on exercise in 4ft of snow. |
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You still could shoot rags. And should! Filthy rags deserve it. |
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Serves you right, [ToastedOne]. Machineguns are things to
be respected and cared for. The Borg (are)n't the only gun
nut(s) around here, you know. |
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^ oh, right like tell me you've never once taken the opportunity to let off a 4-5 second burst for fun. |
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Sure I have, but only from a warm barrel. Going full rock 'n'
roll on a cold M2 (I assume from your reference to the
weight), jarring the barrel and pushing the timing out of
whack, is sincerely disrespectful. |
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Anyway, it wasn't my gun. |
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hmm, not an M2...M1919 in 7.62... so 60lbs including tripod... seemed like 80. And it didn't need an armourer, just knocked the whatsis - elevation/windage/ field-of-fire thingy outta whack and jammed. |
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The sh*t-eating grin continued all the way through the dressing-down and further; if it'd been an M2 I'd probably have torn some facial muscles. |
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Anyways they owed me a bit of fun: brought home a trophy from a major shoot (only two steps below Bisley but too junior to advance) |
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Color me impressed. As a former comp guy (civvie sector,
USA), I'm not sure about the Canadian Military
marksmanship heirarchy, but I'm reasonably certain that's
the equivalent of what we call 'regionals' (the highest level
I ever got to, off of 3rd in State, back in 1999). |
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Why in the world were you lugging that old relic, anyway,
and without a partner? Or was that part of the
punshiment? |
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Umm... that coulda been a result of the weekend I smuggled 28 bottles of Baby Duck into the barracks, thus single-handedly ensuring there wasn't a single sober non-com within for a period of time stretching well into the next day. |
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Or it could've been just on general principles; there were a few of us who basically would do any job assigned without whining about it... balanced out by being more or less continuously in minor sh*t for something or other. |
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'Trophy was a total fluke admittedly. 'Got to the firing line cranky (they had to drag me out from under a tree where I was almost asleep) and found my post was a full-length/width 4" deep puddle... but was totally relaxed having had lunch dissipate the perennial hangover and toss the blood sugar back within sight of normal. ' Glanced past my spotter/partner to see a bud from a different unit sporting a rather jaunty "Eat Me" sign on his rifle, made 2 sighting shots, then put the rest(7) save two in the bull, timing each shot at the nadir of the rifle's recoil-induced travel from the previous, and woulda got got them all in if not for an errant wind; after the sighting rounds (2o'clock in the outer) I didn't even bother with the spotter, and afterwards caught some nasty looks from the people on either side, who were thrown off by me lobbing them in about once every second'n'half. |
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Normally I can ( ...well, could) hit the broad side of the barn rather easily, but not to that extent. Oh, and I couldn't find "my" rifle so I ended up with a short butted one (and I'm a bit lanky): in retrospect that might've helped since even at the time they were all 20-30 years old, the short one probably was a bit less decrepit. |
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"hierarchy" is basically regionals (4 or 5 regions IIRC), then "Connaught" (overall Canada reg + mil) then a team from that off to England for the UK/Commonwealth matches. |
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Your 3rd in State has me trumped though... but I'd still take a FAL over an AR15 @ 600m. |
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It depends on the AR; when you say 'AR-15', you're talking
about a gun with literally thousands of possible
configurations. I'd line up my 6.8 custom against the
hottest tricked-out FAL you can find, any day of the week.
Straight out of the box, I might go with with the FAL,
though. I did V-MATCH (AR-15s only) for so long, it's hard
to think of handling any other semi-auto in competition. |
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Oh, and just for the record, I got 3rd in the NRA Maine
State Finals, and I got creamed at the regionals. |
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