Ever been surprised by what kind of firearm someone owns after

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>>32128242
>“It’s a mark five model C Martini-Henry, sir.”
>I hadn’t a clue what that even is, but F did. Evidently I’ve been missing out big time by not watching some movie called Zulu.
>They talk about it for a while, actually getting on decently, I throw in a question every once in a while.
>He’d taken good care of it. Besides a couple superficial dings in the barrel and a pair of parallel scratches on the stock, it was practically pristine.
>It fires a massive slug, by the way. I eyeballed it to about the size of a .45 round, cartridge and all.
>Dick around for a couple more hours, go to bed.
>F and I wake up before K, cook breakfast, check the weather, etcetera.
>Forty-five minutes later, we’ve gotta go if we’re going to get anything done today.
>Start hollering at K to wake him up.
>Nothing.
>F says he’ll handle it, I start prepping the cabin for another month without occupants.
>F comes in with a pan full of water, pours it in K’s face.
>K wakes up spluttering, looks kinda confused when F tells him we woke an hour ago.
>Fumbles in his bag for something, puts them in his ears.
>Turns out he wears hearing aids, says he got them from a particularly festive 4th of July when he was two or three.
>Lesson learned, head out.
>Scout two or three different spots before we finally choose one.
>It was nice. Fallen log to hide behind, I counted four different trails within about three hundred yards of us, not a lot of underbrush.
>Should be noted that K was carrying with an empty chamber and a round in his hand, because evidently a Martini Henry doesn’t have a safety.
>We each choose a trail to watch, and settle in for a while.
>It was a beautiful day. Clear skies, not too cold, practically no breeze to speak of.
>Four, five hours pass. F starting to get a little nervous; I think he wanted to be big and shoot something in front of K.
>Hear some rustling from over by K’s trail.
>Cont.

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>>32128274
>Eight point buck, about one-fifty yards off, heading towards us.
>K notices it, looks over at F, mouthing that he doesn’t really know where to shoot a deer.
>F circling his lungs.
>Deer gets to about seventy five yards off before K understands.
>Opens the breech, loads a round.
>Snick-click, pop.
>Buck’s head instantly swivels over to us, tail in the air.
>Aw fuck.
>K sighs, fiddles with his hearing aids, then closes the lever and fires quicker than I’ve seen him move yet.
>Can’t really see, our little area is full of smoke now.
>Don’t want to risk spooking it if he hit it, so we sit there and wait for it to clear.
>He hit it alright.
>Pic related.

>>32128242
Why did you let him shoot a deer with that thing lol.

>>32128308
Not him, but probably for the same reason I occasionally pop a rabbit with a .44 mag

>>32128242
>>Half black
stopped reading there. tell your friend to kill himself for raising a mudshark.

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>>32128346
>He doesn't know how based halfrican Americans can be
Go home /pol/
Have another Martini

Well that was long, but at least it was pointless

>>32128501
>Both half black.
>Both fire a Martini Henry.
>C fired a Martini Henry indoors, which would've fucked his hearing.
>K has hearing aids.
>C played football, is super smart.
>K plays football, is "pretty smart."
Guys...
I think they're the same person.

>>32128638
no shit. it's probably some mongrel making up stories about himself.

>>32128501
I can't read the tiny print. I remember the thread. but I can't see what Stalins says there.