hmmmm, i leave for a couple days
and I come back and find you all talkin about mouse guns. What is the world comin to?
Up in Montana, Nuns shoot .44 Mag. The rest of us go a might more powerful. You ain't never seen such a thing as the great Montana Prairie Dog. It stands knee high to the Sears Tower and has teeth like oak planks. To say that this critter is big is like saying the Pacific Ocean is a duck pond.
once, one of our dogs got carted overseas on accident. Some fool Englishman thought he found a new breed of Wolfhound. Anyway, the dog got loose, dug a couple tunnels and wouldn't you know, them darn english lined it in cement and called it a Chunnel.
Anyway, to kill one of these here varmints, you gotta go big. My varmint rig was based on a partical accelerator I got down in Texas. I rigged it up with some plutonium and commenced to firing. Some say it is hard firing a 18 mile diameter round gun, but I just let off with some "kentucky Windage" and blazed away. I admit, I lost track of a couple rounds and I sure as heck sorry what I done to North Dakota. It seems I blasted alot of their peiople back a few hundred years so they dont talk american good no more.
The other missed shot.... well, lets just say, Fort Peck Reservoir didn't just happen.
So, you can keep your wussy rounds like .500 SW and .600 Nitro. We use manly guns. guns that have more syllables in just describing the calibers than in all of Websters. Guns that make John Wayne proud and makes Hillary Clinton wet her polyester jumpsuit.