Smiley
September 27, 2004, 10:29 PM
My buddy was taking me to a private range he had just joined and I was all set for some fun. When we get to gether at the range we just blast away as a stress releiver. We are the guys that usually make others angry because we go through several hundred rounds of each caliber we take in a short period of time. He called me an said that he would have a treat for me. He picked me up, stopped for coffe and we were off. We were the only ones at this rnage that I had never even heard of and we started unloading to set up for a couple hours of blasting.
The range was well kept and had steel targets in the silhouettes of various animals set up at 100yds. Just as we were getting ready to go hot another car pulled up and my buddy just started smiling. Someone I had never met before gets out of his car and I assume this is the guy we had gotten that third coffee for. He smiles and we have some short introductions. Next thing I know he is pulling 42 some odd pounds of steel that I immedietly recognize as a .50 slug tosser. An Armalite AR-50
Everyone is all smiles at this point and acting like we were about 15 yrs younger and someone had just farted. (Hey, when isn't a fart funny). So we get the eyes and ear protection on and this new firend of our warns us not to stand anywhere but far away or directly behind him. He overly dramatically calls out HOT!!! after he puts one round in the chamber. Then again calls out as if in a bad movie "Fire in the hole!!"
:rolleyes:
BOOM!!!!!!.
:evil: :what:
Wow is all I can say. Everything that was on the benchs next to the shooter got knocked off in the concussion. I had assumed a position behind and to the left of our new found friends obviously not as aware of the muzzle brake direction as I thought. After I was finished smiling from the sweet thunder that is the .50, I noticed that a 1/3 of my coffe was on my face either form me squeezing the cup at the time of rifle dishcarge or the back blast, or both. :what:
Then I got my chance to fire the beast. I tell you what I was walking around with asmile the whole weekend after just 2 rds of that fun. The kick was not even fraction of what I was expecting. Maybe on the order of a .308 if that. We proceeded to blast away probably a good 300rds of .223 after and various other calibers (.45,.308, 9mm, .480 ruger)
Wow is all I can say. Defenitly something I will rub in my other gun buddies face since in CT it is kind of hard to find a range that will let you fire a .50 let alone konwing someone who has one. I got to keep and empty case and an unused catridge. I think the owner of the .50 figures I am one of those gunnuts that will get a rifle if I have the ammo/accesories for it.
Yeah, like you haven't.
The range was well kept and had steel targets in the silhouettes of various animals set up at 100yds. Just as we were getting ready to go hot another car pulled up and my buddy just started smiling. Someone I had never met before gets out of his car and I assume this is the guy we had gotten that third coffee for. He smiles and we have some short introductions. Next thing I know he is pulling 42 some odd pounds of steel that I immedietly recognize as a .50 slug tosser. An Armalite AR-50
Everyone is all smiles at this point and acting like we were about 15 yrs younger and someone had just farted. (Hey, when isn't a fart funny). So we get the eyes and ear protection on and this new firend of our warns us not to stand anywhere but far away or directly behind him. He overly dramatically calls out HOT!!! after he puts one round in the chamber. Then again calls out as if in a bad movie "Fire in the hole!!"
:rolleyes:
BOOM!!!!!!.
:evil: :what:
Wow is all I can say. Everything that was on the benchs next to the shooter got knocked off in the concussion. I had assumed a position behind and to the left of our new found friends obviously not as aware of the muzzle brake direction as I thought. After I was finished smiling from the sweet thunder that is the .50, I noticed that a 1/3 of my coffe was on my face either form me squeezing the cup at the time of rifle dishcarge or the back blast, or both. :what:
Then I got my chance to fire the beast. I tell you what I was walking around with asmile the whole weekend after just 2 rds of that fun. The kick was not even fraction of what I was expecting. Maybe on the order of a .308 if that. We proceeded to blast away probably a good 300rds of .223 after and various other calibers (.45,.308, 9mm, .480 ruger)
Wow is all I can say. Defenitly something I will rub in my other gun buddies face since in CT it is kind of hard to find a range that will let you fire a .50 let alone konwing someone who has one. I got to keep and empty case and an unused catridge. I think the owner of the .50 figures I am one of those gunnuts that will get a rifle if I have the ammo/accesories for it.
Yeah, like you haven't.
