What was the most fun you have ever with firearms/weapons? Posted on February 28, 2023 by PrepHole Contributor What was the most fun you have ever with firearms/weapons PrepHole?
What *is* or *was* the most fun? My English grammar is bad.
>tfw no cutie3.14 to cuddle with under a tank while its raining
i fired a tow missile once in training
>What was the most fun you have ever with firearms/weapons PrepHole?
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Reap the whirlwind
shooting the carl gustav (smoke grenade) while running
One Thanksgiving my uncles came over to my parents house for a family party, and they came with 22lr rifles.
Don't know why that happened, but it did. They must have decided to coordinate it without telling my old man, because he didn't know.
Everyone brought a 22, and ammo to spare. Probably like 4000+ rounds.
My dad, realizing the potential situation that could develop from this after everyone came with rifles at noon, and how much fun could be had, jumped in his backhoe, drove down the road to the railroad tracks.
There was a huge stack of railroad ties the workers had just shoved thirty feet off into the woods a few years before when it turned out they didn't need them (pops talked to them at the time, they just abandoned them because nobody wanted to drive across the state to bring them back to the RR material yard).
He chained them to the bucket and dragged them back to our property.
He made three trips, driving in reverse because the ties were so heavy they were tipping the backhoe forward.
With the ties, he made an impromptu berm about thirty feet wide, five feet tall.
The neighbors on the street, seeing pops drag the ties, got curious and called to see what was up.
He explained, and almost ALL OF THE NEIGHBORS BROUGHT THEIR 22 GUNS OVER TOO.
We now had like twenty people armed with 22lrs lined up, and everyone started shooting clay birds we hung on nails hammered into the ties.
We ran out of clay birds fast.
Pops grabbed a stack of old floor tiles from the garage, and we shot them too. We shot til we ran out of pieces of tile bigger than ~2" across.
We started digging through the recycling for cans and bottles to shoot.
Neighbors went home to get THEIR cans and bottles.
Someone came back with a broken radio. We started shooting old TVs, old clocks, a door from a truck, anything that was garbage got thrown on the tie line and blasted ceaselessly with 22lr.
We went through ALL the ammunition, then everyone went home and had Thanksgiving dinner.
Damn that sounds like a fucking blast. Wish I didn’t grow up in the suburbs
It was fucking amazing.
Like a mini Big Sandy shoot, just a bunch of people shooting whatever for hours.
I kind of wish it became a tradition after that but at the same time I'm also glad it was a one off because a large part of what made it special was the unplanned, unhinged, "hey fuck it shoot this car door too!" chaos that went down.
This is the definition of based, and I thought of it two times after reading it today.
When I was like 11, at Thanksgiving on my grandparents property. An uncle brought a potato gun and a bunch of Tannerite that we packed into pumpkins. We shot off potatoes, then plinked with some 22s at cans on the fence row. Lastly, I got to shoot a pumpkin with a 308 and it exploded in pulpy goodness. I will always remember how awesome it was.
Shooting Leo2A4 main gun. Plinking target with coaxial MG3. Shooting hatch mounted MG3 full auto until wrist started hurting.
Playing with explosivesy.
I nearly shot myself in the head with a bow and arrow once
me, some irl friends and some internet friends got together and between 7 of us we had about 80 guns and about 10 thousand rounds.
we met at a farm, had BBQ shot the shit out of everything, and we all ended the night with milk shakes at cookout.
this was the trunk of my HHR(i got it for free), its been nearly 5 years and the bonds we all made that day are still strong.
Took a sbr 308 (ptr pdw) to a cqb class at a nearby firearms school.
They have now changed their rules to include "NO 308 IN THE SHOOTHOUSE"
> do landscaping
> contracted to to do work for a publishing company
> they print collector guides including for guns
> owner is a massive military vehicle collector
> pulling these scrubs out from one of the owner warehouses
> scrubs have massive 4 food diameter bulbs for roots
> we uncover all 8 of them in front of the warehouse
> impossible to pull out, even with a ford F-250
> friend of the owner who hired us calls Chet the owner
> old man shows up in a 66 Stingray corvette, a cigar and Ray-Bands
> he has a great idea
> he opens his warehouse and I see jeeps, jeeps everywhere
> i shit you not he had every model of every military jeep ever made.
> A 6x6 jeep, a mine sweeper jeep to an ambulance jeep, an amphibious jeep you name it. From 1939 to 1979.
> then sitting in the side in its own little garage is an M4 Sherman Tank
> Tank's name is Battle Bitch
> chet hops up and fires it up
> he backs the sherman up to the scrubs and we hook a chain around it
> he pops them out with ease
> repeat 8x times
> chet takes the tank into town
> lol wut
> needs to top off the tank before parking it again
> won't the cops have an objections?
> chet lowers his glasses like pic related
> "Because one: Im the richest man in town."
> "Two: Ive done this before."
> "And three: Im in a tank. What are the county boys with there bb guns goona do? "
> chet lights new cigar and drives off with the guy who hired us as his driver and chet in the turret like he's fucking Patton.
Man is dead and gone now, but god damn was he an absolute fucking legend. RIP Chet Krause you magnificent SOB.
This too is also an excellent story (but he probably fucked up main street).
Who gives a shit?
Meet ups with the PrepHoleolorado bro's, years ago. Shooting with my friends that don't get to do redneck shooting that often, always a treat. Shooting with new people and trying out each other's guns, trading tips or suggestions. Teaching people that are excited and respectful, about guns. Hunting is always fun or has a good story.
Why not eat in the tank?
god every time i see those stupid fucking tea boilers in tanks i actually get pissed off, like a microwave i could understand, but they put a TEA BOILER in there BECAUSE THEIR CREWS KEPT GOING OUT OF THEIR TANK FOR THEIR FUCKING TEA. fucking brits, man.
Bow arrows toilet paper and gasoline. We made it into the local news channel.
No criminal record just our parents beating the hell out of us in front of the cops. Man, I miss the 90s
I used to be a Leopard 2 loader, that was pretty fun.