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I didn't say it couldn't be controlled now did I?


I've gone through many thousands of rounds with a Thompson...

Thanks for triggering a sentimental moment for me. Our Armory had two of those pretty little things (one with pistol grip and drum mag even) that never got turned in and I somehow was allowed to have some fun with them given I was helping out with maintaining the sidearm 45's, 16's, 60's and leftover scoped 14's we still had laying around. We also had a modest stockpile of 45 rounds for the 1911's that were about to get shitcanned and we were up for quals anyway, so why not take advantage of playing Elliot Ness and Capone for a day? So after a brief familiarization and takedown drill with the smithie we were off and convoyed to the range for 16's and sidearm quals and some real fun with those sweet Chatty Cathy sweepers. Drew an appreciative crowd after a few firings and cool downs because of the unique sound they made and how the brass would sail off into a nice arc.

Man-o-man you really had to clamp down a firm grip on to those buggers yeah? Most fun I had that day was loading mags (clips back then) for 45 quals while watching the officers struggle with loading and aiming and some of those meatheads were actually afraid to fire their pistols, especially the ones that forgot to unlock the safety and kept puling away until the range boss calmed them down a bit. Fucking clowns playing with deadly weapons made life really tense for the range officers.
 
Thanks for triggering a sentimental moment for me. Our Armory had two of those pretty little things (one with pistol grip and drum mag even) that never got turned in and I somehow was allowed to have some fun with them given I was helping out with maintaining the sidearm 45's, 16's, 60's and leftover scoped 14's we still had laying around. We also had a modest stockpile of 45 rounds for the 1911's that were about to get shitcanned and we were up for quals anyway, so why not take advantage of playing Elliot Ness and Capone for a day? So after a brief familiarization and takedown drill with the smithie we were off and convoyed to the range for 16's and sidearm quals and some real fun with those sweet Chatty Cathy sweepers. Drew an appreciative crowd after a few firings and cool downs because of the unique sound they made and how the brass would sail off into a nice arc.

Man-o-man you really had to clamp down a firm grip on to those buggers yeah? Most fun I had that day was loading mags (clips back then) for 45 quals while watching the officers struggle with loading and aiming and some of those meatheads were actually afraid to fire their pistols, especially the ones that forgot to unlock the safety and kept puling away until the range boss calmed them down a bit. Fucking clowns playing with deadly weapons made life really tense for the range officers.
At one point in my life I lived across the wire from a firing range that was busy enough to be doing quals basically every day. We got very used to the chatter of 16's but the funnest part about it was how newcomers reacted. Most people just had no idea what they were hearing, but every so often we'd have someone with a history and man did they react poorly. When we were moving, one youngish black kid was carrying a couch when they got started, he instinctively dropped the couch followed by himself, I felt so bad. I could only imagine what was happening in his mind when he heard a dozen 16's going off at once.
 
At one point in my life I lived across the wire from a firing range that was busy enough to be doing quals basically every day. We got very used to the chatter of 16's but the funnest part about it was how newcomers reacted. Most people just had no idea what they were hearing, but every so often we'd have someone with a history and man did they react poorly. When we were moving, one youngish black kid was carrying a couch when they got started, he instinctively dropped the couch followed by himself, I felt so bad. I could only imagine what was happening in his mind when he heard a dozen 16's going off at once.

To this very day I still like that popping sound of freedom ringing in my ears because it gives me a sense of security of sorts. What I'm meaning to say is rounds outbound downrange sound a whole lot better than the zippy incoming ones so to speak.
 
By free I assume you mean taking away the right to birth control like Thomas wants.

Interesting you back a guy that thinks it’s cool for domestic abusers to have guns.
Ironically I also think the planet is extremely overpopulated, but when you order a hamburger you usually get the buns.
 
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