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[ Over The Edge? ] [ By Phearless ]
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The non-fictionous
`` Over the edge? ''
by Phearless
for uXu in 1992
Ever since I was just a little kid I've been fascinated by all kinds of
weapons. Handguns and rifles primarily. Here's my story, seen from the
weapons part of my life, enjoy.
It started off way back with kid-revolvers (bought in some local toy
shop) that went bang-bang either when you pulled the trigger or screamed it
out yourself.. Ah those were the days.
When I was about 13-14 I got the chance of practice some shooting with a
friend's airgun. I was in heaven! I just pulled a trigger and whatever
was in front of you got a tiny little hole (or at least an ugly spot) in it,
and that's what shooting is all about, isn't it! Hehehe.
Of course this state of not-having-a-gun-myself was too hard on me, so I
got an airgun, a rifle actually, from my grandfather. Now I could go where
ever I wanted and shoot who/whatever I wanted... "Thought I died and went
to heaven"-style I promise you.
I practiced shooting on telephone poles (they had this funny top that one
could shoot off, or at least hear that PLING noise), street lights (even
though the covering transparent plastic was too tough to hit through, but
after half a dozen of shots, the inside light bulb might be hit), birds
(even though I never seemed to hit them, the bullets always seemed to just
hit close enough to scare them away), people on bikes (shooting at their
front wheel was fun! They stopped at once and eyed over the surroundings,
wondering what the heck THAT was, how I laughed...), cars (well this wasn't
especially funny since no car ever stopped, but I guess they cursed the
unknown bastard who made that hole in their car!, drivers though seem to
better notice big snow/iceballs), et cetera.
Note: If some kid nowadays would shoot at me when I am out driving, I'd
pull that bastard's toenails out, enjoying it.
Then, when I was about 15, I bought this revolver, called "starting
revolver" here in Sweden, referring to "this is a gun one use to start off
sports competitions"... But I found better use for it. To make it
'impossible' to use the gun for shooting real (live) ammunition, they had
sealed the barrel and made the flame blow out at the top instead. This
could though be easily be bypassed just by drilling through the barrel and
sealing the top hole. Now you could make the flames go straight out the
barrel, looking more like a real revolver. Some stupid idiots actually
thought that by doing this one could insert live ammo, and use it for
real... They later found out, when their face was in a bowl beside their
hospital bed, that it wasn't such a great idea. The kind of metal used as
barrel is much too weak to fire real ammunition.
To make this little concept more fun to use I put used "starting rounds" in
the barrel, and that made an excellent projectile. The aiming abilities
was outrageously bad, but what the heck, you could blow (with the barrel
put next to the object) through almost anything; windows, bottles...
'Tough' windows wasn't any problem either (you know the kind of thick
windows with metal wires in it), it would make a nice and round hole in it.
Then, about two years later I bought an airgun (pistol), which I still
use from time to time. A pistol is more preferable to a rifle, when it
comes to carry-with-you ability. But when aiming is very important, a
pistol can never beat a rifle (well, if it hasn't got a 15 inch barrel...).
If you got a monocular aiming sight for it too, you have the perfect
combination. Pistols or revolvers with monocular sights just look too
silly!
But all of my experiences hadn't been very satisfactory. Ok, when I got
to shoot some shots with a friends bird'n'rabbit hunting gun, I thought it
was fun enough. Or when I got to shoot some with another friend's fathers
k-pist (a small 9mm automatic handgun), I was in ecstasy. But none of this
lasted very long... (I'm talking about 4-6 shots!)
When I later on did my mandatory military service deep in the woods of
Sweden, I had an AK-4 (does not look like the AK-47. The AK-4 is all
black, have 20 (7.62mm) rounds clips and is much more powerful and have
better aiming possibilities than the k-pist, which I consider a failure of
the gun-making-art).
Before I did my military service, (almost) everybody told me I'd lose my
interest in guns, because of being exposed to them every day for months.
Nothing could have been more wrong. I got to shoot with the AK-4 a lot, not
as much as I was hoping for, but according to my solider-mates it was too
much to be able find any fun in it. Wimps!
Ok, not all things in the military was fun... My "extreme"(?) interest
in guns (and ammunition) ended up with some officer finding ammo in my
locker. That was a complete failure. Not that it was the first time, nor
the last time, but this made them have an "extra eye" on me. They actually
believed I was going to make the same mistake twice, poor fools...
I almost felt sorry for their stupidity. But not for long, I had to make
up new routines on how to nick more ammo. Hehe.
Now I bet I got you wondering... "What does he want all ammo for, when
he hasn't got a gun to put it in". Calm down, calm down. I'll soon tell
you why.
I "accidentally" called a friend, to ask him to do some things for me, and we
slipped into the subject of Guns. He told me he had an (guess what) AK-4
coming his way, and we agreed that a storage of ammo would become handy.
So I started to collect. This was only for the two last months of my
military service, and I still can't forgive myself for not taking those
hundreds of opportunities of "borrowing" ammo from the shooting fields,
ammo storages, back of trucks etc, since it could have been So Easy! But
back then I thought, "what the hell would I need 7.62mm rounds for?"... I
didn't know why, until about 3 months later. Argh!
I finished my military service, and life went on dull as usual, looking
for jobs every day, etc. After some time though, my friend got his gun!
Now all we had to do was to make up some plans for some shooting.
We figured it would need at least some planning, since shooting "without
legal permission" is considered pretty serious in this anti-gun country.
What do we need? Hmm... earplugs (yeah, that thing do make a lot of noise,
and even with them you feel the beating on your eardrum pretty well), black
and white tape for the car plates (well the thought was better than the
result, but we got at least one of the plates to look good), extra setups of
clothes and shoes (well, in case things would go very wrong) and of course
the beautiful AK-4 and loads of ammo!
We drove out in the woods, and put the weapon together (it was
disassembled before, to make it fit in a bag), filled the clips and stopped
on a big hill. Now we tried the blank rounds, bah! Failure. We didn't
bring the "blank shooting pipe", that one is needed for shooting blanks
(the recoil is too weak to throw out the rounds after shooting), so we
emptied the clips filled with blanks and instead put in real ammo. Now
let's show how Real Men do it!
We started to walk around in the surroundings, looking if there were any
eager-to-call-the-cops people near... And we found a BIG house about 100
metres from that hill! Argh... Nothing to do about it, and we decided to
find a better place. We were walking back to the car when we heard a motor
running, and it was closing! Quickly! Hide! (Why? Well, I was carrying
this 7.62mm piece, loaded with live ammo, and shooting our way out wasn't
in my plans... Not yet anyway). We dashed about 20 metres into the woods
and threw ourselves to the ground... Vrmmmmm... The car passed by, he
didn't notice us... and if he had, he'd not be driving that slow. Close
shot, but we made it...
We drove off some miles to a bit more quiet place in the woods, about 500
metres from the nearest road, we jumped out, grabbed the weapon, two clips
each, stuffed our ears with the earplugs and rushed like jeans-dressed
maniacs deeper into the woods. Waaaaaa! (thinking, not screaming).
We found a nice spot for some shooting practice, and I put the AK-4 to my
shoulder, aimed for a little (about 1-2" wide) tree and pulled the trigger,
one... Bam! two... Bam! three times... Bam! and the shit wouldn't
break! So I switched to Automatic and put the weapon to my right hip and
squeezed that joypin to it's limit, still aiming for that damn tree.
Babbabbabbabbabbabbabbabba... 17 rounds and there was pieces of wood
flying everywhere, wonderful. I pulled out the clip and handed it over to
my pal, he quickly put in another clip, switched to Automatic, aiming for
quite a big tree (8" approx.). Babbabbabbabbabbabba!! I bet not even
fifty percent of the bullets hit, but the remains of the tree was a pure
delight to watch! Just watching an AK in action gives me a hard-on.
We then quickly ran away to the car, and I, of course, got stuck with one
of my shoes in the mud, and had to jump back on one leg to get it. My
friend continued laughing, like me, running towards the car.
Bam, Bam. The cardoors slammed shut and we drove off quite fast, looking
for a new place to exercise our skills in autofiring.
We had been driving for quite a while when we saw this perfect place, not
far from the main road, but a big area of trees was beyond it. We parked
the car, jumped out and refilled the empty clips with live ammo. Ouch...
that barrel was hot! After managing to sneak into the woods with the gun,
without any car driving by seeing what we were doing, we found yet another
perfect place to do some shooting.
My turn! I switched to Automatic (the only Real level of that switch!),
and without a word emptied the gun randomly into the woods, then quickly
pulled out the clip, and handed it over to my eager-to-shoot mate who was
standing drooling during those few seconds I was shooting. He put in his
clip, but this time he maybe had too high thoughts about his skills in
shooting. When he squeezed that trigger he was thrown back by the recoil,
and was forced to walk two-three steps back, to not fall over. Hhaoohahaa!
Cool! We had one more clip with us, and I put it in. "Half each!" my pal
shouted as I was once again switching that lever to Automatic. "No
probs..." Baddaddaddaddaddadda... I reached out giving him the AK and he
wasn't late to do what we both love, Squeezed That Trigger, spitting out
the rest of the bullets far out in the woods. Hahehahaaaaa.... Then we
ran back to the car, threw in the piece in the trunk and drove off.
- This was fun! Let's do it again someday, I screamed in pure ecstasy.
- Sure ok... let's just let things cool down a bit... Bet the people who
live here already have called the pigs.
Speaking about the devil. We had just taken off from the main road, and
were driving back home to town, when we spot this police car driving about
50 km/h (on a 90km/h road)... Eh Eh Eh. I think we'll take another way
home, mate... We pulled over to a smaller road (well "path" might fit in
better here), and went back to the main road. This time we did not turn
over at the same place as we did before, instead we went straight forward.
And what do we see? Another police car! Coming at us, signalling to turn
over to the same road that the first car was driving along, driving just as
slow.
- Whoops. I think somebody heard us... hehehe
- I know another way home, just follow this street and I'll tell you when
to turn.
Now we were on the freeway, going back home, quite fast actually. When
it suddenly struck us... "whoops. What if there's some cops checking if
the drivers keep the speed limits somewhere on this road? And he just
Wants to see if we got a warning triangle (mandatory according to Swedish
laws)?". Ok, we slowed down the pace and drove off, keeping the speed
limits, all the way home.
Best day of my life! With no exceptions (in my weapon-life) at all!
Now, we'll keep low for awhile, but then we're back on the road again!
So, when you're out in the woods and hear some loud noise, don't
hesitate, just throw yourself to the ground. It Might be us, out shooting
Just For Fun.
Signed,
Phearless
in May, 1992.