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Something tells me that if you stuck that in someones face they would chit their pants on the spot :bwaha: :cowboy: :pimpgrin:
Coincidentally, I've looked at those hand cannons online. Awesome but scary (as Dave noted).
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I'd buy one, but they are too expensive for what they are.
When I was a teenager, my buddy sawed of a single-shot .410 (J.C. Higgins, as I recall) and made a pistol affair out of it. Before you ask, yes, we knew it was a federal offense, but what the hell! No one would shoot the thing, so I volunteered. What the hell, right?! Anyway I shot the thing it was just a .410 and because the grip was not angled down 90 degrees like a real pistol, but maybe 20 degrees and was slick wood from the donor shotgun, when I shot it the recoil slid the pistol back and the break down lever tore a gash in the web between my thumb and fore finger. Fortunately the one above has a real pistol grip. The guy is a damned good shot too, and because it is a mussel loader, I guess he can put in a lesser charge. Still...
When I was a kid we had a fellow from Maine working for us---he and his wife just wondered in one day and we needed help and so "Gussa" (pronounced: Guss-a---with a long a) had a job.
Hunting (small game) season came along and Guss-a wanted to hunt with us but had no gun. The two of them had all their worldly possessions in their car when they showed up. We gave them a furnished house and meat as part of his pay.
The only spare gun we had was a single shot 12 ga---not even sure of the maker. It had one rather serious problem. When you shot anything over a min load it would open itself up and eject the shell casing right by you ear---if you were lucky. We told Guss-a about the problem but he seemed unconcerned---we soon found out why:omfg: Guss-a didn't get the breech anywhere close to his ear---for that matter---Guss-a didn't get the gun anywhere close to his shoulder. He shot from the hip---and it wasn't funny---we would have our guns up half way and what ever the game was was already dead by then :splat:
The only way my brother and father and I were going to get anything was to put Guss-a on the end and hope everything came out on the other end. It was obvious that in Maine Guss-a didn't limit his time afield to legal hunting seasons:dunno: