Let me start by saying I started with gateway rimfires like Remingtons and a Mossberg or three. I can handle this I said. I can quit anytime, says I. One little Martini won't hurt. I can quit anytime. And one little Tikka or maybe two won't hurt. I can quit anytime. Really, I can.
And then one afternoon at the range, this guy who was always seated at the far end bench waved me over. You know the guy. He was the one that always had a group of shooters around him who were yukking it up and looking around furtively, and then they would walk away with glassy eyes.
Even though I knew better, I walked over. He slyly looked at me and says, "I got good stuff. CZ stuff. Shoot one for free."
Now I sit before you. After a 457 Pro Varmint, Lux, Varmint, Synthetic American, Chassis VPT, and 455 Manners VPT, I finally and freely admit my flesh is weak.
Is there hope? Will the yearning, the longing, the out right lust, ever cool?
Help me.......
And then one afternoon at the range, this guy who was always seated at the far end bench waved me over. You know the guy. He was the one that always had a group of shooters around him who were yukking it up and looking around furtively, and then they would walk away with glassy eyes.
Even though I knew better, I walked over. He slyly looked at me and says, "I got good stuff. CZ stuff. Shoot one for free."
Now I sit before you. After a 457 Pro Varmint, Lux, Varmint, Synthetic American, Chassis VPT, and 455 Manners VPT, I finally and freely admit my flesh is weak.
Is there hope? Will the yearning, the longing, the out right lust, ever cool?
Help me.......