I actually saw Rusty hold and fondle this rifle. 375 H&H. I refused to let it touch my hands.

Now Rusty is a great man and my friend. And maybe he was just "experimenting". I am certain he never realized this was the transvestite of doubles. An ugly wanton woman of size that will come through after 2 AM. I had a near experience with that 20 years ago, and I pray to thins day that I was still sober enough to rebuff...the buff. My Lord!

Me? The right hand comforteth me. Then I sleepeth alone. Never to hath to cheeweth my arm off.

Rusty has been AWOL recently. And perhaps he has made that rifed beast his concubine.

Rusty, please say it ain't so!!!

All kidding aside, if you can out shoot the man, the drinks are on me (not talking about body shots).