Go Ahead! Make My Day!

Post by **jimboloco** » November 19th, 2005, 2:04 pm

you can be all you can be

Post by **Sober Duck** » November 20th, 2005, 4:32 pm

My. That's a big one.

Post by **Arcadia** » November 20th, 2005, 6:14 pm

well, are you doing an inventario?

Post by **Sober Duck** » November 20th, 2005, 6:52 pm

Hmmm, don't know what an inventario is. A duel maybe? A show of big guns?

Post by **Sober Duck** » November 21st, 2005, 6:00 pm

Post by **Anonymous-one** » November 24th, 2005, 12:10 am

Mine is bigger than yours... NAH!

Post by **jimboloco** » November 24th, 2005, 11:44 am

this one is post-climaxic

Post by **Sober Duck** » November 24th, 2005, 12:21 pm

Thinking about trading my old cannon in for this one.

Post by **Sober Duck** » November 24th, 2005, 1:49 pm

Anonymous One, is that Gerald Bull's gun?

Post by **Anonymous-one** » November 25th, 2005, 9:14 am

Yes it is one of Gérard Bull's creation :
the HARP 16

Post by **Sober Duck** » December 10th, 2005, 7:14 pm

Well all righty then. You have forced my hand and now I'll have to break out the big guns.

Post by **Sober Duck** » December 11th, 2005, 11:09 am

This one I keep on the north forty to fend off turkey hunters.

This one I uses for those annoying aeriall attacks.

Post by **Sober Duck** » December 13th, 2005, 4:56 pm

Perched on a hill overlooking the rows of tents sat two cannon. This prison was not guarded like most prisons. It was Belle Island and it's walls, the white waters of the James River made escape impossible and the need for guards a waste of good calvery. The cannon kept guard over the twenty-thousand plus who lived, died and survived Belle Island. When ever any prisoners became disruptive the cannon would quickly quiet any forms of rebellion. As soon as everyone laid down only then would the cannons cease.

Civil war cannon factory.
http://wclathan.com/Tredegar/001Visitor ... ilding.JPG

Post by **jimboloco** » December 14th, 2005, 9:23 am

somebody took the big guns away
now only the little kids play
hopscotch among the weeds
bunkers' remains and dumb landmines

make my day