Huntin
Your .22 ain't no sissy gun
Author: Reverend
Johnboy
A while back I was sittin' at the ice-house drinking and this feller' strikes up a conversation about guns. He's really proud of his pistol-grip 12 gauge. He likes the idea of blowin' a mother-fucker in half with one shot. He asks me what I use to take care of guarding my place from thieves and what-not, and I tell him I keep a little .22 pistol on the lampstand by my bed. He then proceeds to insult my masculinity by telling me that a .22 is a "pussy gun" and all it will do is "Piss somebody off if I shoot'em with it."
Science has proved otherwise.
I was walking in the woods this weekend hunting for morels, and I packed my .22, 10 round magazine loaded with a high-velocity hollow-point long-rounds, just in case I stumbled across a snake. As luck would have it, as I was walking through a big palmetto-patch I stumbled upon a big ol' wild boar...a good 300 pounder about 20 yards ahead. He looks up at me and I can tell he's thinking about taking a charge.
Pow!...one shot in the neck. That sucker dropped like sack of 'taters. When I cleaned him, I saw that one of his vertabrae was shattered like a light-bulb and his aorta was ripped lenght-wise about 6".
So that proves it.
A .22 ain't no pussy gun. It might "piss somebody off," but they'll be pissed off in the after-life, not this plane of existence. Unless they're tougher than a 300 lb. hog.