Demi-human
maybe likes firearms a little bit…
Perfect for picking Snow Daisies!
This is the Bushmasterii x SpeerDC hybrid daisy.
Anytime there is more than eight inches of snow is a good time for picking bullets flowers!
It was nice. I haven’t fired a rifle since I broke my shoulder biking in August. The Bushmaster was all I had rounds made for. (Same shoulder does the loading, too. I’m running low!)
The first shot I took manage to be a foot wide, shearing the fence post off. Going to have to replace that...
250 grain Speer DeepCurls, in various stages of blooming.
Well. Not good. But it is only twenty degrees out. Yeah, that’s it. It was cold...
I used up the last thirty. Not all of them made it...
At least I can cycle them through the loading room now. I like to keep them together.
Snow? ARs love snow!
I, however, am longing for two months from now. I sit, thoroughly enjoying the Bushmaster, but looking out over the marsh I can see the steel target that hangs at six hundred and fourty yards. I scope it through the twelve power of my minuscule CrossfireII. It’s there. Turning a slight orange from lack of lead and white paint, ever so far out of reach of this formidable Thumper.
No worries. Phil told me Springs coming early this year.
After all, the flowers are already popping...
This is the Bushmasterii x SpeerDC hybrid daisy.
Anytime there is more than eight inches of snow is a good time for picking bullets flowers!
It was nice. I haven’t fired a rifle since I broke my shoulder biking in August. The Bushmaster was all I had rounds made for. (Same shoulder does the loading, too. I’m running low!)
The first shot I took manage to be a foot wide, shearing the fence post off. Going to have to replace that...
250 grain Speer DeepCurls, in various stages of blooming.
Well. Not good. But it is only twenty degrees out. Yeah, that’s it. It was cold...
I used up the last thirty. Not all of them made it...
At least I can cycle them through the loading room now. I like to keep them together.
Snow? ARs love snow!
I, however, am longing for two months from now. I sit, thoroughly enjoying the Bushmaster, but looking out over the marsh I can see the steel target that hangs at six hundred and fourty yards. I scope it through the twelve power of my minuscule CrossfireII. It’s there. Turning a slight orange from lack of lead and white paint, ever so far out of reach of this formidable Thumper.
No worries. Phil told me Springs coming early this year.
After all, the flowers are already popping...
