So I nestle in against the custom XXX English walnut stock...cheek snugged up, crosshairs aligned, shooting gloves donned, and the scope cranked up to 5 power for short range...a rest on the hood of my truck in the garage. Target range is 71 yards, lasered. Point blank. Impossible to miss. The 7mm, loaded with Federal 160 grain Triple Shocks, will put three rounds into an area the size of an American dime at 100 yards. 71 yards is a piece of cake. Head shots. You listening, perps? It's you who are the targets. Did they tell you it would be like this?
Move out.
Fucking with my truck was a really bad idea.
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Nice fantasy, but it'll never happen. I am not a murderer and will not allow this scum to manipulate me into becoming one.
But one never knows, does one?
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