#henri wesson

[azurdlywisterious]

Okay okay okay I have a good feeling about this time!

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📻 not-another-guy-podcasting reblogged thecoolerscrewdriver

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

If ur getting stalked by a “legendary” scorchbeast, ur best bet at getting out of that alive is chugging some nukashine and praying that it’ll be kinder to u then whatever sick supernatural force sent u a literal dragon to slay while overwmcumbered

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Why the fuck did I go to Grafton???

#bestie it was the nukashine #also have u found new razorgrain plants for the base?

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🧠 big-mt-head

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Sir what is this?

🧠 big-mt-head

I’m conducting research

#a day in life of a science deputy

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💸 mrhouseownsmysoul reblogged uh-ohthemisery-2

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Still running from your problems Dalcia?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Still gatekeeping the strip, Suzie?

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

The securitrons do that for me actually

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Really? Those things are so easy to hack

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Oh I know

#didn't have time to scrape up all those caps #there was revenge to be had 💅

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🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2 reblogged big-mt-head

⏳ start-startover

I hope Jason and the others are doing well…

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Wait, you knew Jason?

⏳ start-startover

You knew Jason???

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Mhm! Jason was one of the sweetest people I met out in the wastes. Helping his flock helped me find the strength I thought I had lost long ago

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Cringe

⏳ start-startover

Shut the fuck up we're bonding over a saint over here

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

What did Jason mean to you, Deja?

⏳ start-startover

He was the man that saw the good in my heart that I myself was too blinded by guilt to see

📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

Cringe

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Who the fuck let you two in?!

🧠 big-mt-head

@.uh-ohthemisery-2 what does "cringe" mean here in this context?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

This post is a train wreck

#so queue better run run run

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🍀 luckiestbastard

You guys are getting screen time?

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💎 fleshnbloodnshelfh8

how to be a good person?

💥 mygenderis-c4

my brother in christ if u have to ask tumblr you're just doomed

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Have you tried hunting legionaries for sport?

💎 fleshnbloodnshelfh8

Killing the paradise falls slavers did nothing. Even freed the slaves too

💥 mygenderis-c4

Oof. Not even for freeing them? What did you even do?

💎 fleshnbloodnshelfh8

Blew up a town

💥 mygenderis-c4

What

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

What

🍀 luckiestbastard

On accident, right?

💎 fleshnbloodnshelfh8

Well...

🍀 luckiestbastard

Right???

💎 fleshnbloodnshelfh8

About that.

📝 mrrocherwasmytather

If it isn't the kid that blew up the sweet little town of Megaton! Great story, by the way.

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

What the fuck???

#wow this guy’s a piece of work #<prev the guy that blew up the town? #prev #nah the reporter

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

Oh, there you are danny

[azurdlywisterious]

I’ll be back with some ramblings after I run errands, but in the meantime here’s the masterpost: https://www.tumblr.com/azurdlywisterious/753188203606966272/its-the-blurriest-collage-ever-but-hey-the-gangs

If you see this and you have a fallout oc, please reblog with their lore...

Idc what doubts you have, I need to see more fallout ocs!!!

[pedroam-bang]

Goodfellas (1990)

[christiangrest]

Is 2024 the Year of the Levergun? 

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you may have noticed that lever guns have been gaining in popularity the past 3-5 years. Some companies have started to even ,market more “tactical” style lever rifles. Not sure exactly what’s caused the increase in popularity but I think it’s a great thing! I’ve wrote a few articles on some of my lever guns in the past, but let’s kind of analyze where I think this is going and why I don’t think it’s a fad. 

So I had been wanting a more tactical style lever gun for a couple of years. Henry rifles to my knowledge was the first company to actually offer a factory tactical lever rifle and since I already have a couple of heirloom traditional lever guns, I had wanted a Henry X model. Those Henry X models were rather scarce, so I picked up man all-weather .44 magnum from Brownells early last year and between MidPigCustoms and Ranger Point Precision, I created what could be considered a better version of what could be a Henry X All-weather rifle in .44 Magnum. Midwest Industries has been making lever gun goodies for some time as well. 

Last year Rossi introduced their version of a tactical lever gun and the new Ruger/Marlin introduced theirs. Then at SHOT show 2024…a whole slew of companies unveiled their new tactical lever rifles. Companies that we never even thought would start making lever guns jumped into the arena. I suspect since the demand has been so high for the Henry, Rossi and Ruger/Marlin lever guns, others saw an opportunity to join in. Aero Precision had a prototype lever rifle that looked really cool. I’ve been a long time fan of what Aero Precision brings to the table. Also Stag Arms released their lever rifle and out of nowhere, Smith & Wesson decided to release their 1854 lever rifle in .44 magnum at an outstanding price point. Smith & Wesson is known for their high quality revolvers as well as newer modern pistols. Since they’re probably the go to for revolvers, it only made sense that they decided to bring back a lever gun. This was their first lever gun offering in over 100 years. 

So other than a void in the market caused by high demand, what other factor could be driving this? Well unfortunately, many places here in the U.S. have rifler restrictions that outright ban tactical rifles such as the AR-15, but don’t affect lever guns. Plus the American tradition of a lever gun is appealing to a lot of folk. Let’s face it, lever guns are also effective at many roles as well as downright fun to shoot! I don’t think this is a fad that will fade away, but rather grow over time. Many folk are also quite tired of AR-15s and this gives them a new firearm avenue to explore. 

So in closing, do you plan on picking up a new lever gun this year? Brownells always has a number of lever guns in stock which is where my Henry came from. I’ve got my eye on the new Smith & Wesson myself, but we will see. 

[stresscrimes]

guns used by mass killers, part 3

first row left side

Nathaniel Train, Gareth Train, and Stacey Train, .308 Winchester Ruger M77 rifle, .30-06 Springfield Tikka T3 rifle, and .22 LR CZ 452-2E ZKM rifle

Martin Peyerl, Ruger Mini-14 with scope and Henry double barrel shotgun

Jose Ramirez, AK-47 style rifle

Tristan van der Vlis, .22 caliber Smith & Wesson M&P15-22 semi-automatic rifle

right side, first two rows, left to right

Anthony Polito, 9mm Taurus PT92 semi-automatic pistol

Tim Kretschmer, Beretta 92FS

John Robert Neumann, 9mm handgun

Nathaniel Berhow, .45 caliber 1911-model (privately made)

Jared Loughner, Glock 19 semi-automatic pistol with a 33-round magazine

Jimmy Lam, MAC-10 pistol

left side, top to bottom, second row

Gavin Eugene Long, 5.56 IWI Tavor SAR semi-automatic rifle

Jori Lasonen, Winchester Model 1895 (7.62×54mmR)

John Zawahri, AR-15-style semi-automatic rifle (privately made)

Robert Bowers, Colt AR-15 SP1 semi-automatic rifle

Rizwan Farook and Tashfeen Malik, AR-15 style rifles (DPMS Panther Arms A-15 & Smith & Wesson M&P15), and 9mm semi-automatic pistols (Llama Model XI-B & Springfield Armory XD Bi-Tone)

right side, last row, top to bottom

Elliot Rodger, SIG Sauer P226 handgun

Adam Lanza, Glock 20SF

Wellington Menezes de Oliveira, .38-caliber Rossi Model 971 revolver and .32-caliber Taurus Model 73 snub-nosed revolver

Byran Uyesugi, 9mm Glock 17

[majorbaby]

okay im back for another round....

@cocktailpolitics i'm not sure why i can't tag you bc you haven't blocked me as far as i can tell? but you said: #I've always loved Mulcahy and Sidney together 🥹🥹🥹#i just think they'd be super sweet to each other i haven't thought about them much but i have no objections! @scoobydoo-ghoulschool you also said mulcahy x sidney too! and im curious about the fic you mentioned in your tags

@mybluehappydays said: #not rare in the sense of people not liking it#but VERY rare in the sense of actual content#trapper/ginger#there is a Sweetness there that i would like to see explored :(((

huge YES from me on this one. they have two really sweet moments on the show and yeah. more ginger content in general but i'm super down for trapper/ginger!!

@ikthus my friend ikthus! you said: [redacted] trapcahy (noottt sure you wanted me to say the whole thing lol) and tbh. you've convinced me of this one and you did it in such a horny creative way in your fic.

there's some interesting potential there to do something with mulcahy's priesthood and trapper's almost-priesthood maybe they were roomies at the seminary iunno

@thebreakfastgenie said. - hawkeye/bigelow - charles/donna - hawnk - hawkeye/carlye counts I think - trapper/oliver - hawkeye/lyle - hawkeye/scully - margaret/lorraine

right on all accounts!! i was about to list which ones i was super into here but the list of ones i'm not really into is much shorter: hawkeye/lyle not because it isn't real (it so is) but because i was distracted from his plot by klinger's marriage. god springtime is such a good fucking episode... @bipolarhawkeyepierce agreed with most of thebreakfastgenie's ships above and also mentioned henry/klinger + charles/hawkeye, both of which i am amicable too. also thanks for hawnkpilling me.

@hawkeyes-boy said: #ok i love radar/sparky#and radar/klinger#but i also love henry/klinger#trapper/klinger would be excellent#trap and marg were fuckbuddies idk if that counts#because i dont necessarily ship them#i also think a single night with trapper would fix mulcahey but i also dont ship them#also i need someone to find the perfect ship for eddie becayse i love her and she deserves love again... these are all correct. and btw i would suggest margie/eddie as the true solution to eddie's problem buuut i also think klinger/eddie could've been sweet. i can't remember if he's included in the draw? need to re-watch Edwina.

@charleshawk4077 ... does what it says on the tin! i admire the commitment to the bit and so would hawkeye. charles/hawk is my later-seasons ship and one day i'm gonna write something for them, i just need to think about it for a long time because i really want to do it right and right now i don't think i have the writing chops to get their dynamic down right. @henry-blake-offishial linked their hawk/henry fic and you are NOT invading, this post is for you! haven't read this fic but i will soon. i can be into hawk/henry, they flirt a lot on the show. and tbh i would have watched 11 seasons of henry whereas i would've been okay to let trapper go around 8. henry carries 1-3 on his BACK just as much if not moreso than the HawkTrap duo and mclean stevenson was funny as fuck. justice for henry!!!

@morewyckedthanyou also said hawkcahy, which i talked about earlier on :) i hope you are enjoying the recent boost in hawkcahy fics on ao3!

hit me with your rarepairs MASHblr!!! i wanna know!

rb and yell in the tags! rb and yell in the body of the post! send asks on or off anon! DM me! link your fave rarepair fics! bonus points if you wrote the thing!!

tell me all about them!!

[freetheshit-outofyou]

little nuggets from the Duncan v. Bonta, No. 19-55376 (9th Cir. 2021) ruling. California's magazine ban. Judge Roger T. Benitez (St. Benitez) is dropping truth bombs all over Rob Bonta, Attorney General of the State of California.

“Rather than re-tell the long history of large-capacity magazines in this country, we offer some highlights:

 • The first known firearm capable of firing more than ten rounds without reloading was a 16-shooter invented in 1580.

• The earliest record of a repeating firearm in America noted that it fired more than ten rounds: In 1722, Samuel Niles wrote of Indians being entertained by a firearm that “though loaded but once, . . . was discharged eleven times following, with bullets, in the space of two minutes.” Harold L. Peterson, Arms and Armor in Colonial America 1526–1783, 215 (2000). DUNCAN V. BONTA 133 • At the Founding, the state-of the-art firearm was the Girandoni air rifle with a 22-shot magazine capacity. • In 1777, Joseph Belton demonstrated a 16-shot repeating rifle before the Continental Congress, seeking approval for its manufacture. Robert Held, The Belton Systems, 1758 & 1784–86: America’s First Repeating Firearms 37 (1986).

• By the 1830s, “Pepperbox” pistols had been introduced to the American public and became commercially successful. Depending on the model, the Pepperbox could fire 5, 6, 12, 18, or 24 rounds without reloading. • It took several years for Samuel Colt’s revolvers (also invented in the 1830s) to surpass the Pepperbox pistol in the marketplace.

• From the 1830s to the 1850s, several more rifles were invented with large ammunition capacities, ranging from 12- to 38- shot magazines.

• By 1855, Daniel Wesson (of Smith and Wesson fame) and Oliver Winchester collaborated to introduce the lever action rifle, which contained a 30-round magazine that could be emptied in less than one minute. A later iteration of this rifle, the 16-round Henry lever action rifle, became commercially successful, selling about 14,000 from 1860 to 1866.

• By 1866, the first Winchester rifle, the Model 1866, could hold 17 rounds in the magazine and one in the chamber, all of which could be fired in nine seconds. All told, Winchester made over 170,000 copies of the from 1866 to 1898. See Norm Flayderman, Flayderman’s 134 DUNCAN V. BONTA Guide to Antique Firearms and Their Values 268 (6th ed. 1994).

• A few years later, Winchester produced the M1873, capable of holding 10 to 11 rounds, of which over 720,000 copies were made from 1873 to 1919.

From this history, the clear picture emerges that firearms with large-capacity capabilities were widely possessed by law-abiding citizens by the time of the Second Amendment’s incorporation. In that way, today’s large-capacity magazines are “modern-day equivalents” of these historical arms, and are entitled to the Second Amendment’s protection.” Pages 132-134 “Characterizing my car ban analogies as “inapt,” the majority says that California’s magazine ban is more akin to “speed limits.” But in attempting to trade my analogies for a more favorable one, the majority misses the obvious point: that in every context except our distorted Second Amendment jurisprudence, everyone agrees that when you evaluate whether a response to avoid some harm is “rational”—much less a “reasonable fit”—you takes into account both the gravity of the possible harm and the risk of it occurring. The majority here completely ignores the latter. Perhaps if I use the majority’s own analogy it might click: If California chose to impose a state-wide 10 mph speed limit to prevent the very real harm of over 3,700 motor-vehicle deaths each year experienced from driving over 10 mph, no one would think such a response is rational—precisely because, even though the many deaths from such crashes are terrible, they are a comparatively rare occurrence (although much more common than deaths caused by mass shootings).” Page 152 “The majority also relies on the argument that limiting magazine capacity provides “precious down-time” during reloading, giving “victims and law enforcement officers” time to “fight back.” But here again, that same “down-time” applies equally to a mother seeking to protect herself and her children from a gang of criminals breaking into her home, or a law-abiding citizen caught alone by one of the lawless criminal mobs that recently have been terrorizing cities in our circuit. The majority focuses only on ways higher capacity magazines might cause more harm in the very rare mass shooting, while dismissing the life-threatening impact of being forced to reload in a self-defense situation as a mere “inconvenience,” and characterizing as mere “speculat[ion] . . . situations in which a person might want to use a largecapacity magazine for self-defense.”

Ultimately, it is not altogether surprising that federal judges, who have armed security protecting their workplace, home security systems supplied at taxpayer expense, and the ability to call an armed marshal to their upper-middleclass home whenever they feel the whiff of a threat, would have trouble relating to why the average person might want a magazine with over ten rounds to defend herself. But this simply reinforces why those same judges shouldn’t be expected to fairly balance any Second Amendment test asking whether ordinary law-abiding citizens really need some firearm product or usage.” Pages 164 and 165

[brazenskald]

Flight Risk

Ever been on the edge of a highrise, staring down a thousand-metre vertical that could leave you flatter than a burnt crepe on the sidewalk? If your stomach just jumps at the thought, good for you. You have a healthy sense of vertigo. Me? Never felt anything other than a skin-tingling urge to see if I could make it up that high and live to kiss the ground far below. Yeah, you could say my priorities were a little screwed-up. But then again, I was also staring down the barrel of a gun. Not a metaphorical one either. Pretty sure this was a Glock, or maybe a Smith & Wesson. I wasn’t paying too much attention, since the hand holding the gun was attached to my very beautiful, very angry ex.

Henry’s never been one to mince words, even when we were on better terms. Kissing terms, I liked to say. Straight to the point, Henry was. It didn’t surprise me that even with the wind buffeting our clothes, he held my gaze in the way that a python might, as it contemplated the best way to squeeze life from its prey.

“Ray,” He shouted, to be heard over the wind. “Hand over the loci!” You’d be forgiven for asking yourself what the fuck a locus, plural loci, is or are. I myself had the faintest clue, but we don’t need to get into that now. The relevant point was in my eloquent reply.

“Henry, if I had the loci, I’d have to let go of this ledge to hand it to you, and we both know that could end in the very swift and very sudden demise neither of us wants!” Henry was the laconic one. My gifts lay elsewhere.

“Give them here or I’ll push you off this tower myself!” Henry, bless his heart, couldn’t make a threat heavier than the gun he still held leveled on me, and nothing made that clearer than his reliance on gravity rather than good old fashioned lead. I reached down into my breast pocket to feel the cold edges of the loci, still secreted away right where I’d stashed them.

“Counter-offer, why not let me go and we can discuss all of this business in the relative comfort of a steamy bubble bath? You’ve still got the keys to my place, right?” I’d never asked for them back. He’d never offered to return them. I took it for what it was. A tacit admission that he wasn’t willing to break things off. He just needed a break. Promotion from beat cop to lead investigator hadn’t improved his patience, and I was used to his pattern of slinking back after a hard case. We had our rhythms, and we made it work. These bizarro stones weren’t going to change that.

“Ray…” Henry growled, a fire lit behind his eyes that signaled we were inching close to a breaking point. It was the same tone he fell into after I walked in with a few too many bags from a boutique, or if he spotted me liberating articles from some yuppie’s waistcoat while they ogled my tits.

“Henry, I’ll give them back, once I’ve had a chance to take a good look at them. You know I always do.” This was a lie. Henry usually snuck out with any number of pilfered goods when he thought I was sleeping, which I never was. He kicked like a mule while asleep, and I was an early riser. “Besides Hen, when have I ever lied to-”

In the movies, badasses fire off gunshots that knock bad guys clean off their feet. No such thing in real life. Small calibre rounds in particular hit you like angry prods of a finger, only they sting a hell of a lot more, and you bleed all over yourself. The shock of being hit, along with my bewilderment that Henry had actually shot me, the prick, caused me to forget the precarious situation I was in. That all-important sense of vertigo that is supposed to keep you alive? It rushed back with a vengeance right in time for me to tumble out of reach of any possible handholds. I plunged into the void, watching Henry’s face morph into horror at what he’d done. Should I have felt grim acceptance? Maybe. Somebody else might’ve. I flipped him off, and twisted to face the rapidly approaching street below.

Everything moves slower when you’re in moments of tremendous stress or peril, another truism which smartass psychologists swear is post-hoc neuro-processing, some such gobbledygook that amounts to the brain casting off the usual filters to take in all possible details. The gist? Your brain doesn’t speed up, it actually slows down, or at least the amount of information you absorb at the same constant rate increases, leading to that change in perception. What that tells me, a college drop-out with a passing interest in neurocognitive processes where they interact with biocybernetics, is that my fall lasted about the usual amount of time, but my reflexes were firing in response to far more stimuli than normal.

My hand reached into my breast pocket and seized the loci, those blighted jewels that had indirectly caused my current predicament. I can’t say what I consciously expected, other than that I wanted to have the cause of my untimely demise in hand at the moment it all came crashing down. I must have gripped them more tightly than before, the edges digging into my palms and drawing blood. What happened next was difficult to process, even afterward.

I felt the skin of my hand peeling off, like I’d dipped my hand into boiling oil. I watched the sidewalk rush toward me at about the speed of the typical maglev train, and despite my smugness of seconds past, I closed my eyes. My chest lurched like I’d suddenly started falling upwards. The wind rushing past my ears fell silent. That seemed a lot less… violent than I had anticipated. Is death usually so anticlimactic?

I opened my eyes. A cackle tore free of my throat, lurched out right ahead of a wave of bile. I spat when my stomach was empty. The pool of vomit had splattered to the sidewalk beneath me, while I hovered several feet overhead.

“Eat your heart out Henry,” I rasped, throat hoarse from puking. “I am going to steal so much shit, you’ll never be able to give it all back.”

[burningexeter]

TOP SECRET GOVERNMENT FUNDED COLLECTION, LOCATED IN LOWER MANHATTAN

What you're about to see and read is something that has been kept completely unknown by not just the general public but also several organizations in the U.S. Government as well with this being kept under lock and key by its owner and collected by the people who've helped fund this.

Actually let's cut the bullshit, what this is is a grittier, ultra-hidden, more surreal but also strangely more airier take and combination on and of Warehouse 13 and the SCP Foundation.

Hidden through an alleyway in lower Manhattan, New York, the secret entrance to it is through both a giant elevator straight out of a storage unit or an emergency exit with flights of stairs that you'd almost find in any abandoned warehouses or buildings of sorts. Whichever the way, they take you down to an underground place that's best described as a weird combination of sewer tunnels and a warehouse with sliding doors at the end to the real deal.

When one of the doors is open, here's what you find —

An entire, no VAST collection in a VAST underground warehouse filled left and right with all of these numerous different objects and items that have been collected and stored away from the public and from all of these equally numerous different events. All of them are highly organized in their own distinct sections with their histories written down alongside with them in one way or another.

But before we get to what's in this warehouse, who is the owner of this place that aforementioned keeps it under lock and key — at first, it was simply just one owner however now that's officially changed to TWO owners. Mikasa Ackerman and her wife Historia Reiss.

A former Eldian soldier and the former Eldian Queen, Mikasa's reasoning for doing this is kept completely 100% ambigious but how did Historia get dragged into this?

She followed Mikasa one night to where she was going, she discovered and quietly followed her into the entire warehouse..... only to be "discovered" by Mikasa who already knew she was there and had been following her from the immediate getco. The result was an entire chase that ended with Mikasa sinking her teeth into Historia's left ass cheek.

But what is in this warehouse:

• A 5 1/2" barrel Colt Single Action Army Artillery revolver (A Fistful Of Dollars) with silver rattlesnake inlays on the grips (For A Few Dollars More) and a Colt 1851 Navy revolver with cartridge conversion and the same silver rattlesnake inlays on the grips as well (The Good, The Bad and the Ugly).

• A Colt Model 1873 Single Action Army Revolver, a Smith & Wesson Model 3 "Schofield" Revolver, an FN Model 1903 Pistol, a Spencer Model 1865 Carbine, and a Remington Rolling Block Rifle (Red Dead Redemption).

• A Borchardt C-93, Colt 1851 Navy, Colt New Army & Navy, Colt Single Action Army, FN Model 1900, LeMat Revolver, Mauser C96, Smith & Wesson Schofield Model 3, Volcanic Repeater, Carcano M91/38, Elephant Rifle, Henry 1860, Krag-Jørgensen Rifle, Spencer Model 1860 Carbine, Browning Auto-5, 12 Gauge Double Barreled Shotgun, Sawed Off Shotgun, Winchester Model 1887, Winchester Model 1897 and bow and arrows (Red Dead Redemption 2).

• A large-bore 4-shot double-action revolver forged from a combination of Irish church bells, cold iron from crucifixes and blessed silver. Its wooden grips, estimated to be nearly 2000 years old, are engraved with a logo of a raised fist holding a dagger. Weighing in at about 10 pounds unloaded and chambered for custom 22mm cartridges, it has enough muzzle energy and recoil to break a normal man's arm (Mike Mignola's Hellboy Comic Series).

• An ornate golden ring with a large red stone in an unusual setting, not found in any Earth jeweler's catalog (Flash Gordon).

And believe it or not, that's just five. There's plenty of more where that came from. If you wanna do a retroactive shared universe than this is how you do it, my friends.

[do-geese-see-god]

I have a Smith & Wesson, a Marlin, a Henry, a Hi Point, a slingshot, a bb gun, three knives, a full set of golf clubs, and a hatchet in my car.

Why? Because I might be retarded.

[ladylilithprime]

The Future's So Bright

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural: 

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel), background past Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Time-Travel, Adam Milligan Lives, Henry Winchester Lives, Hunters Are Not Uneducated Attack Dogs

Summary: When the emergency phone in the kitchen drawer started ringing, more than one person would end up thrown for a loop by who was on the other end and what was to unfold.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 19: Loop

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THERE WAS A phone ringing in the kitchen.

It was the wrong ringtone for the actual telephone that hung on the wall of the kitchen next to the door and the calendar. The sound wasn't even coming from the wall phone, but from a drawer near the sink that held a variety of odds and ends, which was why it took John Castiel Novak a few seconds to actually track the sound and then dig through the drawer to its source. The old flip phone should have had a long-since dead battery if it had been in any other house, but Cas was pretty sure the witch whose name was on the house's deed would never have stood for any phone labeled "Emergency Line" to chance losing power.

"You have reached a live person, what's your emergency?" he said as he answered the flip phone, carefully avoiding saying any names since there was no telling what name would have been given to whoever was calling this number, "Wesson" or "Winchester".

"I need to talk to Sam Winchester," the frazzled tenor voice on the other end of the line said, the words rushed and strained over what sounded a lot like a growling car engine. "He said to call this number if I ever got into trouble over my head, and this is so far above my pay grade I can't even-- I'm a doctor, damn it, not a demonologist!" The last part was said in a fainter tone, as if the speaker had turned away from the receiver to speak to someone else.

Well, at least whoever was calling definitely had the right number for his emergency.

"Do you need an exorcism or something more specialized?" Cas asked, glancing up at his twin wandered into the kitchen with a raised eyebrow. Cas pointed at the kitchen phone and mouthed "Call Sam" at him.

"We need a safe place to hole up and set a trap," the voice on the other end said, some of the strain leaving his voice at the apparent evidence that his call was being taken seriously. "Regular exorcisms didn't work on this thing and it's tracking us by bloodline so we won't be able to outrun it for long." There was a pause, during which Cas thought he heard another voice saying something, and then the first voice came back with, "Grandpa says it's a Knight of Hell."

Well, shit.

"Head for Palo Alto, California," Cas said, making a snap decision. "Call this number back when you reach the city limits and by then we'll have a safe zone set up that we can guide you into. Did Sam knit anything for you?"

"He sends me socks every Christmas," was the somewhat wry answer. "They're the first things I grabbed when we hit my house to grab supplies since his notes said they could save my life."

"They can, and probably will," Cas confirmed, nodding to himself. Whoever this was, he was important enough to Sam to knit socks for, even if he only called Sam on the emergency line. "What name should I give Sam for you?"

"Adam Milligan," the man, Adam, answered. "Thank you. And... tell Sam I'm sorry."

"You can tell him yourself when you get here," Cas said firmly. "Palo Alto. Wear the socks. Stop only for gas and bathrooms."

"What've we got?" Jimmy asked when Cas hung up the flip phone.

"Adam Milligan," Cas answered, pausing for Jimmy to relay that through the phone and raising his eyebrows in time with Jimmy when he heard Sam swearing from the other end of the line. Jimmy put the phone on speaker, and Cas continued. "He's apparently being chased by a Knight of Hell, and has someone else he called Grandpa with him. Said they're being tracked by their bloodline."

"Figures," Sam groaned. "At least he called. Last time something was hunting him by his bloodline, I had a vision and Dean had a coronary. Most awkward family meeting ever."

"Family meeting?" Cas and Jimmy chorused, exchanging wide-eyed looks.

"Yeah, funny thing," Sam answered with a snort. "For all the times John Winchester used to lecture Dean and me about wrapping it up, he wasn't so good at following his own advice. Adam is my half-brother."

DRIVING ALL THE way to Palo Alto, California, from Windom, Minnesota, would take nearly thirty hours by car according to online maps. Cas knew from experience the kind of time one could make with a tenacious car, a lead foot, and no stops, but without knowing anything more about their partner's heretofore undiscussed half-brother besides his name he couldn't really make a better guess about when to expect Adam Milligan to arrive with a Knight of Hell on his heels. After being told that Adam had the socks he had knitted, Sam had done a spell to scry for them and had managed to get a brief and somewhat tenuous connection to Adam himself. It was enough to have him on the phone to Bobby Singer, and for Bobby to start swearing and booking another last-minute flight from Wichita to San Francisco.

"So get this," Sam began as he served up dinner to Cas, Jimmy, Dean, Bones, and himself that night. "Henry Winchester, husband to Mildred and father of John, was one of the original Legacy members of the Men of Letters along with your mother's father. Around nineteen-fifty-eight, the Men of Letters were practically wiped out and the survivors went underground until you stumbled on the bunker and set Bobby up there to get the band back together.

"What actually happened was that Henry and another initiate, Josie Sands, were sent to investigate the deaths of three nuns at St Bonaventure Convent and discovered a group of demons who served a Knight of Hell called Abaddon. Josie lied to Henry about them having exorcized all the demons, but it turns out that she was possessed by Abaddon and let the demon into the Men of Letters organization, where Abaddon using Josie proceeded to slaughter just about everyone except Henry, who used a bloodline spell to try and escape. He thought the spell would take him home to his son, but apparently Abaddon did something to twist the spell and flung him - and her - forward in time fifty-five years."

"So why'd the spell latch onto Adam instead of one of us?" Dean asked, moving his fork back and forth between him and Sam. "I mean, I'm the oldest of us, and you're the big magical superpower...."

"That's actually why it didn't latch onto either of us," Sam grimaced. "At least, that's my theory. Abaddon messing with Henry's spell would have tainted it with demonic energies which would have bounced hard off all the warding we have around our homes and respective shops. The only warding of mine that Adam has are those socks I send him every year, and apparently he wasn't wearing them to the ER."

"Why the hell not?" Dean grumbled.

"It's summer," Jimmy and Cas chorused dryly, to Dean's eyeroll. Cas shook his head and continued, "Ask any of the docs and nurses up at the hospital here, thick knitted socks you actually care about are the worst thing to wear while on call in the ER, especially if you don't know what kind of patient fluids you might get doused in."

"Point taken," Dean mumbled, looking a little green. "So he and Grandpa Henry are fleeing our direction now with Abaddon tracking them, and if she's tracking Winchesters it's only a matter of time before she'd find us, too."

"I hate to ask... Ben?" Sam said, glancing at Dean, who shook his head.

"Lisa swears up and down he ain't mine," he said, which cleared up Cas's confusion a little bit. "Even after the thing with the changelings and the warning about the creepy crawlies hunting by blood, and if there's anyone else out there I don't know about 'em."

"Call her anyway, just in case," Sam said with a grimace. "Cicero's between here and Windom, and if she lied to protect Ben and Abaddon gets the scent..."

"On it," Dean set his fork down and got up, digging his phone out of his pocket as he left for a more private room to make what Cas figured was going to be a very awkward call.

"So we're letting Adam lead Abaddon here with the intent to set up our own trap for her," Jimmy picked up. "You think Josie's still in there?"

"If she is, Adam being on hand will help her chances for surviving," Sam answered, frowning thoughtfully. "We won't know for sure either way until she shows up. ER's always on standby, but we might want to call Nurse Masters anyway. Bones--"

"I'm staying," Bones said, shaking her head. "Put the word out to Jess and Max, get them to call around to the rest of the group, but if you're going up against a Knight of Hell I'm not going anywhere you aren't."

"You know I had to try," Sam sighed. He glanced up at Cas and Jimmy, who pinned him with identical unimpressed looks.

"If Abaddon is trying to wipe out the Men of Letters completely, she'll probably move on to the distaff branches of the legacy bloodlines once she takes out the easily-traced male lines," Jimmy said. "That's why you called Bobby in the first place, and why he's on a red-eye flight to San Francisco right now."

"We're both safer and better off if we're right here with you helping set the trap or even just setting contingency traps," Cas concluded.

"Yeah, I figured if Bones wasn't high-tailing it out you two wouldn't either," Sam sighed, the smile tugging at his lips a mix of rueful resignation and gratitude. "Since I'm not going to convince you to do that, how do you both feel about helping me with a little pre-trap high-level spellwork?"

THE TRAP WAS set at an old arcade that had been trashed by some out of towners a few weeks back and had to be shut down when the owner couldn't afford the repairs. Andy Gallagher got them into the building with some mojo-backed sweet-talking about cleaning the place up, and he and Ava Carey were on standby to help hold Abaddon in place if she turned out to be stronger than Sam could handle on his own. Most of Sam's "network" was on standby to deal with Abaddon, any demons she might be bringing as back-up, and as medical and trauma support for newly freed meatsuits who still had souls strapped into shotgun.

Dean's call to Lisa had resulted in a second red-eye flight to San Francisco being booked, something that Cas knew Dean was having a lot of mixed feelings about that he didn't really want to deal with. Fortunately for him, the current crisis gave him plenty of excuse to put off dealing with it, and Lisa and Ben Braeden were taken in by Jess and Max Moore, with Sam making a brief stop to their house to ensure that extra wards were raised. Bobby joined in the support crew with warding the building, using a mix of old Men of Letters wards from the bunker and some of the newer arrays he and Sam had created over the years since reconnecting. They left the lot of them mostly passive, a circuit ready to be closed once they had their prey well and truly in their web.

"Your idea of a safe zone is an abandoned arcade?" was the first thing Cas heard Adam Milligan say as he and Henry Winchester were led into the main room by Andy.

"No, our safe zone is all the way across town at Sam and Dean's places," Andy answered with a roll of his eyes that Cas was tempted to echo. "This is our idea of a siege fortress, far away from anything yon black and smoky pursuer might find interesting if she actually succeeds in wiping us out like she did the last group."

"She really wiped us all out?" Henry asked in a subdued voice.

"Pretty much entirely," Bobby spoke up with a gruff sigh. "Only ones left're the splinter branches who went to ground when the main branch went silent and the independent hunters who survived Azazel's culling while he was trying to run his little 'experiments'."

"The fate of humanity against the supernatural was left in the hands of uneducated hunters?" Henry choked in a shocked voice that had Cas's hackles going up. Adam slapped a hand over Henry's mouth.

"Don't even start," he warned with a glare. "Your fancy group of high-class scholars was gone, so the hunters had to pick up the slack or be wiped out along with you. Don't forget that two out of three of your grandsons were raised as hunters, and the only reason I wasn't is Mom put her foot down about letting me grow up a normal kid after the sperm donor found out I existed."

"A piece of paper isn't the sum of a person's education anyway," Sam spoke up from where he was drawing out the last chalk lines of the deceptively simple warding array on the floor. "And I say this as someone who graduated from Stanford. Hey, Adam. You made good time."

"Amazing what the threat of slaughter by demon will do for a person's motivation," Adam quipped back. Cas exchanged a glance with Jimmy. Looked like the flippantly morbid humor really was a Winchester trait rather than just a Sam and Dean trait. The forced lightness faded under a distinctly uncomfortable expression. "Sam... I'm so--"

"It's fine, Adam," Sam interrupted gently, finishing up the chalk line and getting to his feet. "It was fine then, and it's fine now. You wanted normal, and Dean and I understood that. Your choices deserve just as much respect as anyone else's, okay? Demons being rude and inconsiderate about respecting your choices is not on you."

"I probably shouldn't have tried burying my head in the sand, though," Adam muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Damn right you shouldn't," Dean said as he came in carrying another box of plastic water guns from the back rooms. "Burying your head in the sand just makes it easier for some asshole demon to kick your ass."

"Says the retired hunter," Jimmy teased him, laughing when Dean flipped him off.

"Retired doesn't mean stupid!"

"It's going to be okay, Adam," Sam said as he crossed the room to stop in front of Adam and Henry, giving Cas his first clear look at the Winchester family resemblance between them. "You called for help, and you got both of you here in one piece. If you want to sit out the rest of this or just join the medical team on standby instead of playing bait for Abaddon, you can do that." He glanced at Henry and grimaced. "I'd offer something similar for you, but since you're the primary focus Abaddon is using to hunt..."

"I would rather not be shuffled off to the sidelines, if it's all the same to you," Henry said dryly, glancing around the room, his eyes lingering on the different ward schemes. "I assume you have some sort of plan?"

"Several, actually," Cas spoke up as he finished with his part of the ward schemes and came over to join them, feeling Jimmy do the same as they automatically took up flanking positions on either side of Sam. "Two primary plans, one for Abaddon and one for her minions, and a handful of contingency plans for when things go pear-shaped."

"Of course, if you'd rather not take the words of a couple of 'uneducated hunters'," Jimmy continued with a drolly unimpressed expression, "you can go talk to our adopted father, Bobby Singer. He's the one in charge of the Reformed Men of Letters since we didn't want the job."

"Easy, guys," Sam hummed, setting one hand on the nape of Cas's neck the way Cas knew he was also doing for Jimmy, and he felt some of the antsy jittering energy draining away. "The man's had a pretty stressful couple of days by his reckoning."

"No excuse not to be polite," Cas grumbled, though Sam had well and truly settled him. Fine, no fighting with the judgy, uptight researcher. He turned his attention to Adam. "Hi, I'm Cas Novak. We spoke on the phone."

"Nice to meet you," Adam said, more by rote than anything. He shook himself and added, "Okay, medical team. Might as well make myself and my training useful since I'm here."

"That's the spirit," Jimmy grinned, giving him a thumbs up. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to the med team, several of whom helped save my life a few years back. I'm Jimmy, by the way."

"I'll probably regret asking this, but saved your life?" Adam asked as Jimmy led him away. Cas tuned out Jimmy launching into a somewhat edited accounting of how he'd gotten shot in the chest, keeping his attention more on Henry as the time-traveler was starting to get a certain shaken look about him.

"You haven't accepted it yet, have you," he said after a moment, studying Henry. When the man's eyes snapped over to him, he clarified, "That you're stuck here, in the future. You won't be able to go back to nineteen-fifty-eight, because even if you can, you can't. The timeline's progressed too far. Too many lives hang in the balance, including all three of your grandsons. And there are way too many people who would readily admit they owe their lives to at least one or more of your grandsons, even if none of them would admit to a debt."

"You'll have time to grieve," Sam said in that gentle voice he always managed to pull out when someone needed the calm, solid rock of assurance that he could provide. "You and Josie both. You won't just be cut adrift to flounder around. But right now, it's time to set aside the grief for what you can't have and focus on what you can do. Josie's counting on you... and I just felt Abaddon trip the ward line on the city limits," he added, raising his voice to carry through the room.

Activity abruptly kicked into higher gear as people finished up their ward lines and got themselves into position. Cas caught sight of Ava and Andy sharing a complicated handshake before splitting up to conceal themselves on either side of the door. Sam moved to meet Dean half-way and mark a concealment glyph on his older brother's forehead. Cas saw Dean's form waver slightly as he stepped away and got into position. Beside him, Henry gasped.

"What... what's going on?" he asked, turning to Cas. "There was no spell I recognized... Where did he go?"

"Sam hid him," Cas answered. "Dean's your back-up where you'll be playing bait in the big obvious ward circle that hides all the smaller traps under it." He smirked faintly. "I guess we forgot to mention that your middle grandson also happens to be the most powerful natural witch on the West Coast. Our plan A? Sam rips Abaddon out of Josie and wipes the floor with her."

"Just like that?" Henry stared at Cas.

"Eh, she might fight," Cas admitted. "They usually do. But Sam's had practice taking out demons. So has Dean. The rest of us have our respective experiences, plus our faith in them to pull through. Especially Sam."

"And who is Sam to you?" Henry asked, frowning at Cas. Whoops, guess he hadn't been very subtle in his admiration.

"He's my husband," Cas said, smiling softly. "Mine and Jimmy's. Also our friend, and our partner, and the man who's saved our lives more than twice. He knows what he's doing. So chin up, huh? Show's about to start, and we don't want Abaddon to miss it!"

[azurdlywisterious]

The gangs all here! And with their usernames from the dashboard simulator!

Of course, since everyone's here, you might know what that mean!

OC AMA time!

As promised (and on time!) its my fallout oc ama! its like a normal ama, but for my ocs (plz ask me about my ocs i wanna talk about them)

Top Row: Felix Barnstar, Sir of Big MT, Suzie Fromme, Ferrero Geneson

Middle Row: Condor Lovelace, Dalcia O'Deorian, Enid Pavlov, Danny Skinner

Bottom Row: Deja Vult, Harvey Wallbanger, Henri Wesson, Ellie Withers

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Suptober 2024

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/og1QrIa by DKaneanite Here we go again folks, Suptober 2024. We're back with a whole new list of prompts by the amazing Wigglebox! Words: 293, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Suptober Challenges Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bess Myers, Eileen Leahy, Rowena MacLeod, Crowley (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Samandriel (Supernatural), Dean Smith (Supernatural), HunterCorp Dean Winchester, HunterCorp Sam Winchester, Sam Wesson, Alpha Vampire (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Henry Winchester, Victor Henriksen, Andy Gallagher, Ash (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Dean Winchester, Lucifer/Dean Winchester, Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald IV/Bess Myers, Garth Fitzgerald IV/Dean Winchester, Crowley/Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Bobby Singer/Rufus Turner, Michael/Adam Milligan, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Castiel/Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Angel Dean Winchester, Angel Sam Winchester, Hunter Castiel (Supernatural), Hunter Gabriel (Supernatural), Enemies to Lovers, Witch Castiel (Supernatural), Witch's Familiar Dean Winchester, Vampire Dean Winchester, Witch Sam Winchester, Mutual Pining, Soft Dean Winchester, Soft Castiel (Supernatural), Lucifer Not Being an Asshole (Supernatural), and much much much more, Suptober2024 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/og1QrIa

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Fusil de sport, Prévisions de la Taille du Marché Mondial, Classement et Part de Marché des 13 Premières Entreprises

Selon le nouveau rapport d'étude de marché “Rapport sur le marché mondial de Fusil de sport 2024-2030”, publié par QYResearch, la taille du marché mondial de Fusil de sport devrait atteindre 2740 millions de dollars d'ici 2030, à un TCAC de 6,5% au cours de la période de prévision.

Figure 1. Taille du marché mondial de Fusil de sport (en millions de dollars américains), 2019-2030

Figure 2. Classement et part de marché des 13 premiers acteurs mondiaux de Fusil de sport (Le classement est basé sur le chiffre d'affaires de 2023, continuellement mis à jour)

Selon QYResearch, les principaux fabricants mondiaux de Fusil de sport comprennent Sturm, Ruger & Co., Smith & Wesson, Henry Repeating Arms, Diamondback Firearms, J G. Anschutz, Colt CZ Group, Daniel Defense, Howa Machinery, Sig Sauer, Browning Arms, etc. En 2023, les cinq premiers acteurs mondiaux détenaient une part d'environ 36,0% en termes de chiffre d'affaires.

À propos de QYResearch

QYResearch a été fondée en 2007 en Californie aux États-Unis. C'est une société de conseil et d'étude de marché de premier plan à l'échelle mondiale. Avec plus de 17 ans d'expérience et une équipe de recherche professionnelle dans différentes villes du monde, QYResearch se concentre sur le conseil en gestion, les services de base de données et de séminaires, le conseil en IPO, la recherche de la chaîne industrielle et la recherche personnalisée. Nous société a pour objectif d’aider nos clients à réussir en leur fournissant un modèle de revenus non linéaire. Nous sommes mondialement reconnus pour notre vaste portefeuille de services, notre bonne citoyenneté d'entreprise et notre fort engagement envers la durabilité. Jusqu'à présent, nous avons coopéré avec plus de 60 000 clients sur les cinq continents. Coopérons et bâtissons ensemble un avenir prometteur et meilleur.

QYResearch est une société de conseil de grande envergure de renommée mondiale. Elle couvre divers segments de marché de la chaîne industrielle de haute technologie, notamment la chaîne industrielle des semi-conducteurs (équipements et pièces de semi-conducteurs, matériaux semi-conducteurs, circuits intégrés, fonderie, emballage et test, dispositifs discrets, capteurs, dispositifs optoélectroniques), la chaîne industrielle photovoltaïque (équipements, cellules, modules, supports de matériaux auxiliaires, onduleurs, terminaux de centrales électriques), la chaîne industrielle des véhicules électriques à énergie nouvelle (batteries et matériaux, pièces automobiles, batteries, moteurs, commande électronique, semi-conducteurs automobiles, etc.), la chaîne industrielle des communications (équipements de système de communication, équipements terminaux, composants électroniques, frontaux RF, modules optiques, 4G/5G/6G, large bande, IoT, économie numérique, IA), la chaîne industrielle des matériaux avancés (matériaux métalliques, polymères, céramiques, nano matériaux, etc.), la chaîne industrielle de fabrication de machines (machines-outils CNC, machines de construction, machines électriques, automatisation 3C, robots industriels, lasers, contrôle industriel, drones), l'alimentation, les boissons et les produits pharmaceutiques, l'équipement médical, l'agriculture, etc.

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Range Days are Great Days!

I’m a member of the North Carolina Gun Owners and maybe 1-2 times per year there’s a range day organized for whoever is able to attend. This was actually the very first year that I was able to attend with my busy schedule. Some of the members know that I do a lot of firearm projects as well as some content for Brownells so I took the opportunity to take a number of items with me that I picked up from Brownells and I thought the others would be interested in shooting.

We arrived at the private land late morning and I unpacked what I had brought along. The weather was great! Nice and sunny but with a good amount of wind… but that didn’t keep us from having a great time. Since many people had shown interest in my Henry lever action project from last year I was sure to bring that one along. What started as a basic Henry All-Weather in .44 magnum that I picked up from Brownells sure has had some major changes. Shortened and threaded by Madpig Customs and accessorized with Ranger Point Precision gear and topped off with the Brownells MPO Donut…it sure was a hit.

I also brought along a couple of sub guns, the Century Arms AP5 MP5 clone and my B&T GHM9 Compact, both of which came from Brownells over the years. Both suppressed of course using Rugged Obsidian QD suppressors…these 2 aren’t super common and was nice to share with the folks that attended the range day. The GHM9 Compact has an upgraded Geissele trigger and can be a lightning fast shooter when you want it to be.

Other folk there brought what they had. Finally had an opportunity to shoot a Springfield Armory Prodigy 9MM. This is their version of a 2011 double stack 1911 pistol. It was topped off with a Holosun red dot and felt perfect in my hands. I’m seriously considering picking one of these up now that I��ve had the chance to shoot one. I also had the opportunity to shoot a Ruger Precision rimfire bolt action rifle. Once I got dialed in I was hitting all the aspirin taped up on the target at 25 yards away. The aspirin challenge was something they had done in the past. We started up close at 7 yards trying to shoot small aspirin with our rimfire handguns and later moved back to the 25 yard line and were shooting them with rimfire rifles. It’s much harder than you’d think it would be! One really cool rifle I got to shoot was the folding 9MM carbine by Smith & Wesson. That sure was an interesting setup and handy too.

All in all it was such a wonderful day. Getting to see some of the new and long time members of the North Carolina Gun Owners forum. I did my best to represent my affiliation with Brownells and the shooting sports… of course I had my Brownells shooting hat on. Looking forward to the next organized range day with the NCGO…who knows what I’ll bring with me next time.