The_Pretender
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You know the feeling. You're holding a rifle in your hands. You can smell the oil. You feel the stock against your cheek. It's pressed snugly into your shoulder the way it has thousands of times before.
You set the safety to fire, ease your breath, and send a round down range. A beautiful moment between a man and his rifle, culminating in a roar of fire and gunsmoke.
We all know why we love shooting/owning/collecting/browsing rifles etc. etc.
But there's always something/someone that annoys the hell out of you and more or less commits blasphemy against your favorite interest.
What irks you the most?
You set the safety to fire, ease your breath, and send a round down range. A beautiful moment between a man and his rifle, culminating in a roar of fire and gunsmoke.
We all know why we love shooting/owning/collecting/browsing rifles etc. etc.
But there's always something/someone that annoys the hell out of you and more or less commits blasphemy against your favorite interest.
What irks you the most?