...she puts...never mind... So now she has a big ole Guzzi and is grinning like a mule eating briars.
Married men will understand how these things work.
Problem is, she outrides me on the damn thing>>> Mike L
I handed my wife the dark Bisley single action in .41 mag. I had some 210 gr. semi-wadcutters loaded as practise rounds, probably not unlike what the .40 S&W makes in fps with a similarly weighted projectile today. We were in the desert and there was no one around. It looks pretty safe, I thought, in case she shoots wild. Grinning at her, I sat a pack of stale Ritz crackers in a soft earth bank, still in the wrapper with one open end. "Go ahead," I said, when I was back beside her. She really didn't want to. She liked the .22 She'd briefly fired the .41 on a previous occasion.
She let the hammer fall and the crackers popped out the top. She nailed them. Time and again. When it was my turn to shoot I couldn't seem to adjust the sight correctly and I kept missing...
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