I took the Taipan compact out in the bog Deathgrip this evening, and quickly lined up on the rabbit on the edge of the cornfield. 30 yards, off the tripod kneeling, dead to rights, right in the off switch. I watched it thrashing about through the scope, then went over to find the body…. …. And I didn’t. Just nothing there, not even some blood. It either managed to thrash itself into the cornfield, or the cigar that I am smoking has a little something extra in it, and I hallucinated the whole thing.
I went around to the other side of the house, and saw something dark along the driveway. Lined up again, kneeling and sure enough it was a rabbit. This one was not a phantom.
Ehh, one out of two isn’t too bad, when talking about my grasp on reality.
-pg
I went around to the other side of the house, and saw something dark along the driveway. Lined up again, kneeling and sure enough it was a rabbit. This one was not a phantom.
Ehh, one out of two isn’t too bad, when talking about my grasp on reality.
-pg