Happy Gun-Related Holidays

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Merry Christmas to all my THR friends. If you celebrate a different holiday this time of year I wish you all the appropriate and best wishes associated with that as well :)

Here's wishing everyone a happy, healthy, safe, and prosperous New Year. Remember the Four Rules. Eat your vegetables. Don't forget to floss.

Thanks for the great site, Oleg. It's an honor to be associated with such a fine group of folks. Peace out.
 
I know this is a repeat, but so is "It's a Wonderful Life" yet the sentiment never goes away.

My 12 Days of Christmas

On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
12 - Sabot Slugs
11 - Cans of Blue Dot
10 - Power Scope
9 - Millimeters
8 - Broadhead Arrows
7 - Pounds of C-4
6 - Hollowpoints
5 - PRE-BAN MAGS!!!
4 - Bandoleers
3 - Fifty-seven
2 - Throwing Knives
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AND A CARTRIDGE IN A BARE TREE !
 
Tamara - Have you noticed that the days are getting longer? Now that is cause for a celibration, and has been for a long, long time! Best to all you THRers out there.
 
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone from Southern Lower Michigan.
 
Waited until 25th DEC actual before sending - - -

Sincere best wishes for a
Very MERRY CHRISTMAS and Happy New Year to all persons of good will. A most Joyful holiday season to those who observe other significant dates, as well.

Johnny
 
I did... After opening my presents, my parents said there was another in a long box in the corner. In it was a Crosman 664 air rifle :)

P.s. im happy about it because im 13
 
And a Hapy Solsitce and a Cool Yule to all!

Dave Workman of The New Gun Week said we could post this if we gave him credit...
(Dave sez this is "The Original Version.")
http://www.gunweek.com/
Publication of The Second Amendment Foundation http://www.saf.org/ which also publishes Women and Guns http://www.womenandguns.com/

'Twas the night before Christmas, cold, dark and foreboding,
As I sat at the workbench, quite busy reloading,
The empties from autumn were polished so clear,
For primers and powder, and bullets from Speer.

And Sierra boat-tails, and Nosler´s Partitions
(My bench ain´t no place for brand name omissions!)
All sat in their boxes, right next to the press,
With dies from Pacific, and RCBS.

When all of a sudden there came such a jolt,
I grabbed for my Mossberg, and whipped out my Colt.
As I spilled Hodgdon's powder all over the shelf,
I scrambled for cover, just to protect myself.

From up on the rooftop, came hoofbeats and snorting,
Like the noise out of L'l Rock, from Clinton's cavorting!
I eased off the safety, to press-check my auto
With 230-hardball, I´d knock ´em all blotto.

Were these rogue federal agents, sent by Schumer and Reno?
Or a staggering Ted Kennedy, in bad need of Beano?
My question was answered with a knock, and some sneezing,
"It's Santa, you moron, lemme in there, I'm freezing!"

I flipped off the dead-bolt and threw the door wide,
To find St. Nick a'shivering, Rudolph by his side
He eyeballed my Springfield, with a nod of approval
"You're all set," he said, "for dirtball removal."

"But this is no raid, we're not here to harm you
Or persecute, prosecute, or even disarm you."
Instead, said dear Santa, he needed to borrow
My .357, 'till day after tomorrow.

"Its okay," he assured me, with a hint of frustration.
"I'm enrolled in the National Rifle Association."
He showed me his card, 'twas a Life Member rating
"I've had this since me and the missus were dating!"

"And you see, Dave ol' buddy, I've gotten real nervous
Since Feinstein was elected, with a promise to serve us."
So henceforth as I´m out there, my presents a'stackin'
"I want to assure you, I´m legally packin'."

"And my gift for you this year, should give you a hoot
"I´ve told the Supreme Court to give Brady the boot!
"Now, Rudy and I must be on our way."
He said, as he climbed back on the seat of his sleigh.

With the reins in his hand, and my Smith in his pocket
He jingled the sleigh bells and was off like a rocket.
With a pair of speed loaders, and ammo to spare
I knew he´d be safe, he was loaded for bear.

As he faded from view, I could still hear him calling,
"From DC, where 'PC' is already falling,
"To bad guys in LA, Detroit and Atlanta:
"I´m licensed to carry. Don´t be messin' with Santa!"

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And then... Two Days Later...
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'Twas the day after Christmas when Santa returned
He was looking quite happy, all trim and sunburned
His sleigh had been emptied, and I'll bet you're all guessin'
If he did the same thing to his borrowed Smith & Wesson

Well the fact of the matter is in need of reporting
Like the press ought to do about Clinton's cavorting.
Seems Santa encountered some trouble 'long the way,
'Cause some not-too-bright dirtbags tried to hijack his sleigh

When he left Christmas Eve, he was ready for action
And he made real good time, thanks to reindeer hoof traction.
He had rag dolls, and capguns, baseballs and bats,
New dresses, toy airplanes, and a few dogs and cats.

Seems these wannabe grinches thought they were hot shooters
So's a bunch of 'em tried to be Christmas gift looters
But the one thing they hadn't expected to meet,
Was a licensed St. Nick, packin' full magnum heat.

The night was still young, when these dipwits appeared
Their caps all turned backwards; at least one had a beard.
They were trying to look vicious, as they stood in his path,
He could tell in an instant that they needed a bath.

One fool made a grab for Comet and Cupid,
But froze when St. Nick had yelled, "Hold it there, stupid!"
When he leveled my sixgun at this crazy-eyed fellow,
The snow at his feet turned a pale shade of yellow.

"It was over real quick," Santa said with a chuckle.
As he hauled out my Smith from behind his belt buckle.
"Never fired a shot, never pulled back the hammer.
Got the cops on my cell phone, and sent 'em all to the slammer."

After that much excitement, 'twas a rest Santa needed.
So with his gift-giving, he quickly proceeded.
And when he was finished, Santa issued this order:
"Rudolph, old pal, takes us south of the border!"

So now he was rested, and this stop was his last one.
And he made it real clear that it must be a fast one.
With my piece back in lockup, he said "Thanks for the loan.
Next year, rest assured, I'll be packin' my own."

And just what, did I wonder, might then Santa unlimber?
A Colt, Sig or Taurus, a Glock or a Kimber?
Perhaps Heckler & Koch, a Kahr or a Ruger?
A wheelgun from Rossi, a Walther or Luger?

"I'm not sure," replied Santa, as he scoped out the weather.
"But I'll contact your buddy, Mitch Rosen, for leather.
And now I must leave you, until late next December.
But Dave, I assure you, I will always remember.

"You did me a favor, and that's one I owe you.
So when I get my own gatt, I'll be certain to show you.
In the meantime, ol' buddy, I'll scream it, I'll shout it.
If you're licensed to carry, don't you leave home without it!"
 
Speechless... :D :D :D

I'm packing my stuff and heading for the inlaws' place for a long weekend of mustard-sprinkled ham, homemade cheese and shooting.

The best of the rest of the yuletide for all. May your next year be better than this one. Stay safe, be nice. :)
 
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