marksman13
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I’ve posted about this rifle before, but with Mother’s Day coming up tomorrow I’m going to post about it again, so bear with me.
My mother passed away on December 18th of 2018 after battling one form of cancer or another for over a decade. In our last conversation before she was drugged into a medical coma, she told me she was leaving me a little bit of a nest egg, but she made me promise that I would buy myself something nice. It had to be something I would keep forever and it had to be something I would never buy for myself. I told her I would and then I held her hand as she drifted off to sleep for the last time. She laid there in a hospital bed slowly dying for the next thirteen days and it gave me time to ponder what I was going to get myself on all those lonely days and nights. It felt selfish, but it was something to pass the time. I even talked to her about it while she “slept”.
I finally decided that I would get a rifle and put together in a way that made me think of Mom. I settled on a Falkor Defense Omega in 6.5 Creedmoor. A buddy of mine had one set up exactly the way I wanted and he was looking to sell it. He owns a gun shop and Cerakote business, so I asked if he would Cerakote it a certain way for me. He agreed and we worked out the details in a couple of conversations.
Mom’s name was Penny, so I asked him to incorporate some subtle copper tones into the camo paint job and I think he did and awesome job of working that copper color into the paint job. This rifle is an absolute tack driver and I think about Mom every time I look at it. I think tomorrow is a good day to get it out of the safe and get it out to the range. You guys are awesome. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest tonight.
My mother passed away on December 18th of 2018 after battling one form of cancer or another for over a decade. In our last conversation before she was drugged into a medical coma, she told me she was leaving me a little bit of a nest egg, but she made me promise that I would buy myself something nice. It had to be something I would keep forever and it had to be something I would never buy for myself. I told her I would and then I held her hand as she drifted off to sleep for the last time. She laid there in a hospital bed slowly dying for the next thirteen days and it gave me time to ponder what I was going to get myself on all those lonely days and nights. It felt selfish, but it was something to pass the time. I even talked to her about it while she “slept”.
I finally decided that I would get a rifle and put together in a way that made me think of Mom. I settled on a Falkor Defense Omega in 6.5 Creedmoor. A buddy of mine had one set up exactly the way I wanted and he was looking to sell it. He owns a gun shop and Cerakote business, so I asked if he would Cerakote it a certain way for me. He agreed and we worked out the details in a couple of conversations.
Mom’s name was Penny, so I asked him to incorporate some subtle copper tones into the camo paint job and I think he did and awesome job of working that copper color into the paint job. This rifle is an absolute tack driver and I think about Mom every time I look at it. I think tomorrow is a good day to get it out of the safe and get it out to the range. You guys are awesome. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest tonight.