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[sendero-m700]

500mオーバーで、やっと獲れた。神社にお参りしたおかげだね。

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Nosler Whitetail Country™: Premium Ammo for Deer Hunters

Nosler has announced the launch of their new Whitetail Country Ammunition. Nosler states “Nosler®, Inc. a global leader in the manufacture of bullets, cartridge cases, ammunition, firearms and suppressors, is excited to announce the launch of its newest ammunition line: Whitetail Country™. Designed specifically for deer, this new line is engineered to deliver premium terminal performance and…

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Nosler presenta el rifle Hunter de chasis de carbono

CCH – UNA COMBINACIÓN HECHA EN EL PARAÍSO DE LA CAZA. Nosler se enorgullece de presentar el nuevo CCH (Carbon Chassis Hunter), el sistema de chasis de Nosler. Combinando la precisión requerida por los tiradores de competición con la robustez y portabilidad necesaria para condiciones de caza extremas, esto le proporciona todos los beneficios que esperas de Nosler. El chasis de bloque en V, los…

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Emily Nosler (emnoz44)

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❤️Emily Nosler❤️

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RougeKnight Kid

MEET! Solana Arc! Daughter of Jaune Arc and Vernal!

Solana is very much like her mother, foul-mouthed, snarky, and teasing, but can be deadly serious and a very well-trained and smart fighter when the time calls for it, and while she is smart, she doesn't want to be a leader.

She has short dark blonde hair that is kept in a ponytail with shaved sides, and her eyes are cyan blue.

Interestingly enough, she wore a tight dark blue long-sleeve shirt, over that was a tight black chest plate with a grey trim that resembled her father's chest plate (Jaune's V7 Chestplate), a pair of black Harem pants, and black and dark blue boardwalk slip ons.

Solana's weapons consisted of a katana and a wakizashi strapped to her sides. The Katana and Wakizashi could combine into one to shift into a rifle (Specifically a Nosler 21).

Solana's Aura color is actually black, and because her dad has a high aura reserve, her Aura levels are just as high as his and surpass most of her peers.

Solana doesn't possess a Semblance as of yet, as she is still somewhat in training and in combat school.

Solana attends Pharos Academy in Vale and hopes to attend Beacon like her parents, she attends school with her best friends, fraternal twins, Jinsi Xiao-Long and Xià Ren as well as her rival, Onyx Black.

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The longest days at the farm are the ones when we’re already packed for the range

10mm today. Running federal 10mm brass target and Nosler ASP 180 grain 10mm hollow points.

[lieutenanthowell]

who: @lieutenanthowell & @homegrownkel where: indoor weapons training range, main building when: early February 21, well before the defense seminar what: team... bonding...? or not. at the indoor firing range. general trigger warnings: firearms

All the bells and whistles and shiny new toys, this place had. Guin reassembled the one he'd helped himself to - a Nosler 21, shit, a pleasant surprise - for the second time, eyes elsewhere. Squinting at the unnecessary flatscreen guide to this gussied up firing range. He'd taken his time with it, letting his hands get to know the rifle on their own, unseen, as he watched through the range guide. Bleeding edge. To think, they could've set up a couple cans and called it a fucking day. Spared a few cool mil, most likely. Goddamn ridiculous.

That said, he couldn't not try the night sim.

Pressing the last cartridge into place, ready in the chamber, he let the bolt clack - smooth, quiet, good - and started clicking his way through the screen, going over modes and shit. Those fucking overhead lights dropped. Were replaced by a silvery-blue, faint glow, overhead. He dimmed that a little further. Just a sliver of moonlight. Or close as he'd get, in here. One last sip of coffee, another drag on his smoke - both first of the day, he'd got up early, ready to miss the no-doubt crowded defense seminar as he settled into the armory his own damn way - he balanced his cigarette between the lip and handle of his mug and stepped to the firing line. Alright; rifle shouldered, boot on the ready sensor.

The live alarm rang out, and - the goddamn door opened, with a hiss. Guin stepped back, clapping the Nosler to his shoulder, finger off the trigger. "Seminar's in the gym 'til later," he sighed, taking that cigarette back up, the cherry stoking red in the low, low light. He'd already had to tell a few over-keen new hires who'd mucked the schedule up. Site personnel, so far; this, unfortunately, was one of his. Theirs. Smooth Operator's. Whatever the hell. Somebody from that gone-stale meeting. "Back the way you came. Second door on your left. Sounds like a playground." Kato and his security set seemed alright, but... God, he didn't need to sit in on a pack of padded-up researchers and raw-assed newbies getting taught how to carefully fight for their lives.

[itsshellybitch]

Here's a oneshot written in honor of both Shelly's birthday and Thanksgiving.

********

Most teenagers, even the moodiest ones, tended to wake up in good moods on their birthdays.

Shelly Marsh, however, was not most teenagers. Most teenagers didn't have birthdays that fell on a major holiday every few years, after all. And most teenagers didn't hate Thanksgiving with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.

At least I'll get my breakfast, she thought to herself. Sharon always made special breakfasts for her family on their birthdays.

The possibility of her mother's famous chocolate chip pancakes, accompanied by a wrapped present afterwards was enough motivation to get Shelly out of bed. She sleepily stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen.

"You're on your own today for breakfast, kids," a harried Sharon informed her children. "I still need to baste the turkey and make the sweet potato casserole and get the pies in the oven."

"Wait, what?" Shelly protested "But Mom, today is -"

"I know, it's Thanksgiving. And between dinner and doing inventory for your dad's Thanksgiving special, I'm swamped. You kids are going to have to pour your own cereal and make your own toast today."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Shelly prodded.

Sharon's eyes widened. "Oh my God, the cranberry sauce!" She grabbed her purse and rushed to the door. "I'm going to see if there are any cans left at the mini mart. Make sure that Towelie stays away from the oven!"

********

Shelly glowered at her brother across the table, as he obliviously chomped away at his Pop Tart. As usual, the turd didn't know how good he had it. His birthday fell on the perfect date: not on any major holidays and just far enough away from Halloween that it didn't overshadow his big day.

Stan looked up from his breakfast, only to be met with his sister's death glare. "Uh, hi Shelly," he said cautiously, not wanting to incur her wrath.

"Don't you have anything to say to me, turd?!" Shelly demanded, pounding the table with her fist.

"Uh... Happy Thanksgiving?"

"GOD!" Shelly slammed her glass down on the table and stormed off, leaving behind a very confused Stan.

********

Shelly seethed as her family helped themselves to the Thanksgiving feast spread out before them. Her stupid dad, her disappointing mom, her coddled turd of a brother, her fossil of a grandfather, her drunken fatass uncle and his appendage, Ned. And then there was the stupid towel. Not a single one of them had acknowledged her birthday. She hated them all.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Randy exclaimed, nearly choking on his beer.

Shelly looked up earnestly. Was this it? Was she finally going to get her present?

"We never went around the table saying what we're thankful for!"

Shelly sank back into her seat.

"I of course am thankful for this bountiful harvest. The Thanksgiving special was a big hit!"

"I'm thankful for my beautiful family."

"I guess I'm thankful for the Broncos and Warhammer. And Kyle."

"I'm thankful that I'm getting closer to death by the second!"

"Well, I'm thankful for Pabst Blue Ribbon and the new Nosler M21 rifle! Oh, and ol' Neddy, of course."

"Mhhm, I'm thankful that I survived ManBearPig, mhhm."

"I... man, I have no idea what's going on. Heh."

Shelly's family looked at her expectantly.

She could only see red. "I'm thankful that four years from now, I'll be old enough to move out and never see anyone in this stupid family ever again!" She shoved her chair away from the table and stomped up to her room.

********

"Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" Sharon asked her daughter sternly.

"NO!" bellowed Shelly. It didn't bother her one bit that she sounded like a petulant toddler.

"I've had it with these outbursts, young lady! I know that being thirteen is hard, but -"

"I'm fourteen now!"

A multitude of emotions crossed Sharon's face: confusion, guilt, and finally, horrified realization.

"Oh my God. Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." To her credit, Sharon looked like she was about to cry. "With Thanksgiving and your dad's special, we've all just been so busy. I promise, we'll celebrate next weekend. You can pick out anything that you want."

"I just need to be alone for awhile," Shelly grumbled.

Sharon merely nodded at that. She kissed her daughter on the forehead and quietly left the room.

********

She must have dozed off for a couple of hours, because the next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake.

"Come on, Shelly! It's time to go!"

Shelly didn't bother getting her hopes up this time. Her dad was probably the last person who would go all out for her birthday.

"Go where?" Shelly whined.

"I need all hands on deck! It's time for my early Black Friday special! People are already lining up downtown! Up and at 'em, kiddo!"

"No! You can't make me!"

Randy raised an eyebrow. "No, I can't make you. But I can change the wifi password. It might get pretty boring around here for you pretty quickly."

Shelly sighed and wearily followed her father out of her room.

********

Just when she thought that her birthday couldn't get any worse, the temperature dropped twenty degrees.

Of course, that didn't deter her dad's stupid customers, who were lined up around the block.

Shelly shivered next to her brother in the bed of her dad's truck. All of her extremities were going numb. Naturally, her dad didn't keep any blankets handy.

Shelly was so busy trying to stay warm that she failed to hear the sound of approaching footsteps crunching through the snow.

"Hey," a familiar voice drawled.

A startled Shelly looked up to find Kevin McCormick standing next to the truck.

"Oh. Hey, turd," Shelly glumly greeted her longtime friend. She was even less in the mood for pleasantries than usual.

Kevin fidgeted nervously. "I was - I jus' wanted -"

"Spit it out, turd!" Shelly snapped. Kevin was probably the only living person on the planet that she had any modicum of patience for, but she had officially reached her limit today.

"I wanted to give this to you. Ya know, since it's yer birthday and all." Kevin thrust a small package into Shelly's hands. "I know that you can't have a lot of candy on account of yer headgear, but I know you can have these and I ain't got much money and... anyways, happy birthday."

Shelly stared at the Hershey's bar that she had just received. It was squashed and half melted. The lettering on the label was starting to wear off, almost as if it had been sitting in Kevin's pocket for weeks.

It was one of the most thoughtful gifts that she had ever received.

"Thanks, turd." Shelly swiped at her eyes.

That damn freezing wind was making her eyes water.

[reming12ton]

The.35 Remington is a rifle cartridge first introduced in the early 20th century

35 remington brass

The.35 Remington is a rifle cartridge first introduced in the early 20th century, and it has been popular for hunting medium to large game.If you're looking to purchase .35 Remington brass, here are some options to consider:Local Gun Stores: Many gun stores carry reloading supplies, including brass casings. They might have .35 Remington brass in stock or be able to order it for you.Online Retailers: Websites like MidwayUSA, Brownells,and Cabela's often have a variety of reloading supplies, including .35 Remington brass.Specialty Reloading Websites: Sites like Starline Brass or Nosler may offer high-quality brass for various calibers, including the .35 Remington.Gun Shows: If there are gun shows in your area, these can be a good place to find reloading supplies, including harder-to-find brass.Private Sellers: Check forums, auction sites like GunBroker, or local classifieds for individuals selling reloading supplies.

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NOSLER ANNOUNCES NEW SMALL RIFLE PRIMER POCKET BRASS

Nosler has announced the release of new small rifle primer pocket brass. Nosler states “Experience Precision, Performance, and Savings with Our Small Rifle Primer Pocket Reloading Brass Nosler small rifle primer pocket reloading brass offers a unique blend of quality, reliability, and cost-effectiveness for high-volume competitive shooters and those looking to achieve the utmost accuracy and…

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270 wsm brass

270 WSM Brass, Each lot is weight-sorted to provide consistent measurements and capacities for accurate loads and features a Nosler head-stamp. Before shipment, Nosler chamfers and deburrs the case mouths and deburrs the flash hole. Fully prepped and ready to load upon receipt, each piece of brass offers consistency in trimmed length and neck wall thickness. This brass is new and unprimed. This is not loaded ammunition.

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Emily Nosler (emnoz44)

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Pro-Tactical Gunshop

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Colt Diamondback - .28 Nosler

[inkandguns]

They put the tweaker slaying rounds in sale too :(