so you think a .50 bmg is big? Check this ad from 1958 american rifleman.


December 22, 2005, 11:44 PM
Page 81, feb 1958 american rifleman. I would post pics, but do not know how. Most powerful rifle ever made. (I guess they mean shoulder fired) Nazi 20mm semi auto solothurn s 18-1000 anti tank rifle. With high power telescopic scope with night light reticule.
Rifle shoots a 1/3 lb armor piercing shell at 2700 fps.4' 4" barrel. Will shoot with pinpoint accuracy at one kilometer and penetrate 2" of armor plate. 10 round magazine. Rifle comes complete with fitted ordanance case, 10 magazines, all spare parts and accessories. $189.50. Ammo available.
I won't go into the other milsurp stuff......

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December 23, 2005, 12:34 AM
That would be cool on the den wall! Could ammo be purchased?

Stainless Chili
December 23, 2005, 01:26 AM
The "Hero" of Unintended Consequences gets one of these 1939 production cannons as a teenager.

Described as obsolete before they made it out of production, a nice bang for the buck, anyway.

December 23, 2005, 02:08 AM

December 23, 2005, 02:10 AM
I'll take a dozen at that price.:D

December 23, 2005, 02:26 AM
Never heard of these then I see:evil:


December 23, 2005, 02:29 AM
Yea I'd totally get one. Next best thing is PTRD, but they are $1400 :( I want a $200 anti-tank cannon, wahhhhhhh

December 23, 2005, 03:09 AM
Never heard of these then I see:evil:

:DOnly four bore? How about this:

Two Bore Hubel Express, four bore case, and a teeny tiny 458 WinMag.

December 23, 2005, 02:39 PM

I thought anything bigger then .50 cal after 1934 was considered to be a Destrive Device.


December 23, 2005, 03:03 PM
I thought anything bigger then .50 cal after 1934 was considered to be a Destrive Device.

Nope ... those got added in '68 :cuss:

Edited to add:

Present Day

It was late afternoon when he finally heard them coming to kill him. The wind was blowing gently towards
him, and it carried the sound well. Two choppers, he judged from the pitch of the engines, possibly three.
Henry realized that his first emotion upon hearing the sound of rotor blades approaching was an
overwhelming sense of relief. The waiting was over.

His next thought concerned the relatives of the men that were about to die. The widows will never
understand that their husbands died because the government got a little too heavy-handed after June of
1968. He scanned the sky until he spotted the aircraft approaching from the north.

That isn't quite right. The Kennedy and King killings weren't the first links in the chain that dragged us
here. No, the death sentence was handed down before World War II. Henry settled in behind the big
Solothurn and checked his field of view through the weapon's optical sight. The gleaming example of Swiss
craftsmanship had been manufactured in 1939. The irony was not lost on Henry Bowman.

In March of that year, the U.S. Supreme Court had heard a case involving a moonshiner who had been
arrested in 1938. A Federal District Court had thrown out the charges as being unconstitutional, and the
government had appealed. At the hearing, something very unusual had happened. Neither the moonshiner
nor his lawyer had seen fit to appear before the Court to argue the case. They didn't even bother to file a
brief on the moonshiner's behalf. The Court ruled for the government, judicial precedent was set, and the
issue was never again heard by the Supreme Court. The 1939 ruling became the foundation on which many
additional laws were constructed.

Supreme Court's been ducking that issue ever since Henry thought as he strained to hear a change in the
approaching noise. Well, guys, the tide has turned. It's time you thugs had a little history lesson. I don't
suppose you're familiar with what happened in the Warsaw Ghetto in 1943. A small smile appeared on his
lips, as Henry remembered something. It's just like the story Uncle Max told me when I was a kid. About
Billy Dell, pulling a Paul Bunyan.

Henry Bowman's right hand tightened around the walnut grip of the Solothurn S18-1000. The weapon had
been a present from his father, given to him on his fourteenth birthday in 1967. Cost $189.50 back in the
sixties Henry thought irrelevantly. / thought that was a steal. Dad's friends thought it was astronomical.
Wonder what they'd think now.

As he followed the progress of the helicopters through the binoculars, Henry Bowman reflected that the
1930's era weapon would now likely cost over ten thousand current dollars to manufacture. It had been
made in a time when production methods and philosophies were much different. Fewer than 500 of the
obsolete Swiss guns had been imported over a ten-year period in the '50s and '60s, before the law change.

Pay attention here, guy Henry chided himself as he focused on the problem at hand. You don't get any
practice runs with this one. Henry twisted his head methodically and arched his back as he lay there on his
stomach, working the stiffness from his body. He had lain prone for over an hour with his face pressed
against a pair of binoculars, and he needed to be loose for what he was going to have to do.

The helicopters appeared over a ridge that Bowman had previously determined was a little more than two
miles distant. They were following a heading that would take them to the spot that he had selected, next to
the water-filled quarry pit. He steadied the binoculars by resting his right wrist on the top of the Solothurn's
receiver and cranked the zoom control from ten power all the way up to twenty. The binoculars amplified
the heat waves in the air that are invisible to the naked eye, and called 'mirage' by competition shooters who
use high magnification optical sights.

The boiling, shimmering image in the glasses gave a surrealistic appearance to the approaching choppers,
but Henry could make them out well enough. Three of them. Bell turbine model, Jet Ranger or its
descendant. A door gunner with a belt-fed machine gun poking out of the right side of each one. Possibly
the Belgian MAG-58, but more likely M60s, he thought with derision.

They should have brought armored Apaches carrying napalm, he thought. Or nukes. A grin split his face.

Oh, those poor bastards.

(C) 1996 John F. Ross

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