I had an epiphany today. I realized that I have been living in denial. Yes, I was only fooling myself. As much as it pains me to admit it I have to face the truth that, yes, I am an addict. I don't know how I got here. It was a slow process. So slow that it snuck up on me. I didn't see it coming. But now, looking back, it is so clear, the slow evolution. The steady progression to more and more powerful and addictive vices. Like all youth I thought that I was immune. That I could handle it. I started out small. Just a little .22. And occasionally a .410. But that was it. And I was satisfied with that. But with all addictions, you have to eventually up the ante. It takes a stronger and stronger dose to get the same thrill. And of course my so-called "friends" were always there to introduce me to the next level. They said "Hey man you gotta try this. It's a rush!!!" It wasn't long before I had graduated to 30-30 and 12 ga. But I still had it under control. Or so I thought. I didn't spend my last dollar to get the next "fix". I kept my bills paid, I didn't miss work because of my "hobby", I didn't recognize it as an addiction then. No, I wasn't one of "them". I saw them, at the range or the gun show. Wandering around with that far off glassy gaze in their eyes. Check book in hand frantically searching for some new high. I wasn’t like them. I had never put anything on layaway. I didn't figure out how many days I had to work to buy this or that caliber. But I found myself having to go to a more powerful caliber to get the same high. Before I realized it I was doing .308's. And then when I slipped into the world of Magnums I started to realize that I might have a problem. But I squashed that thought. "Hey it's just a hobby. I can handle it." It was my thing it wasn't affecting my home life. But I was wrong. I started making excuses to get out of family functions. I couldn't go to the in-laws this weekend, there's a gun show downtown. The wife and I's nights out revolved around a gun show or an auction somewhere. And I took her on vacations. We went to the SHOT show in Vegas twice. We went to Knob Creek. We were well traveled. But, I think when I bought the .50 caliber that was the last straw for her. But I was fine. I sat at home and admired my collection. And I didn't have to worry about groceries and electric bills and stuff. I could by all the cases of 7.62X39 that I wanted. I was happy. I thought. But then I met a dealer. He was so sly at first. He introduced me to new and wondrous experiences I had never dreamed of. He would say, "Hey man come on over and try out this new stuff I got in." And like all dealers it was always free, at first. We would go out back of the shop and load up a couple of belts of .308 and take turns hitting the 1919. But I was just experimenting. I wasn't one of those belt fed heads. But soon the craving was getting unbearable. The longing to be able to run through a belt anytime I wanted. I finally took the plunge and bought one. But I only used it socially. Only when friends came over. But then I couldn't control it and I started using when I was alone. I remember the feeling of shame when I would come down from the high and see all the empties lying scattered around the yard. But then I would load another belt or clip and blast myself into orgasmic rhapsody. Untroubled by any cares. I started to notice the panicky feeling when I would be able to see the bottom of an ammo can and realize that it was almost empty. I found myself rummaging through the shed looking for any cartridges that I may have overlooked. I started out buying buy the box or the brick. But before I knew it I was buying by the case. I could figure shipping charges off the top of my head. I was on a first name basis with the UPS man. I was calling up dealers and asking them to hook me up. Yes I had become hooked. But I still reasoned with my guilt. I made excuses, like all addicts. At least I wasn't into the really hard stuff. I wasn't main lining. I would never go full auto. Those guys were the real addicts. But today I fell off of the last cliff. I couldn't help myself, I filed the forms for a class lll. I can't deny it now. I held out for as long as I could, I fought the good fight. But in the end the addiction was too strong, or I was too weak. But now that I have acknowledged it I can face it, embrace it. Yes I am an addict, but I am not ashamed, hell no!!! I am an addict and proud of it!!! BTW, does anybody have any .308 they could spare? Not the cheap stuff, some good AP or API? And don't try to pass off that reload crap as match, I can tell the difference!! I'll pay top dollar for some real LC. Will work for ammo. I wasn't sure where to put this. Too much truth to it to put in Humor
Man, I sympathize. I can feel the pull, but I'm not there yet. I know it will get me, how can it be stopped? Not wanting to, just want to know how when the time comes. (No, I'm not laughing.)
You have a strong support system here at the Monkey MM. buy a machinegun I know the lure of the next biggest and baddest gun can be strong,colt ruger kimber but just give one of us, need more ammo or your sponsor a call full auto rock'n'roll and we'll help you through it together. think artillery And remember, guns by silencers themselves don't make you happy..... it takes ammo too. Brought to you by "subliminal man"
Yes those damn single shot 22's are "Gateway" Guns and calibers , then you move up to a a couple of hits from a 20 gage and a little powder sniffing . In the end you wind up rolling your ammo and looking for a better high than Hoppes #9 .
But untill you have done FA belt feed you haven't lived. To feel a M-60 spitting out rounds is a trill and then a 50BMG on a belt is unreal, oh and a chain feed granade launcher. If you really want a good fix shot a 20mm chain gun on a Light Armoured Vehical. Man I need to go back with the Marines. By the way OGM
I'm not rich enough to take the next step beyond .308, I can barely feed what I have let alone a 50 BMG or anything beltfeed, not that I don't want to step up.
I'm not either!!!!! All the weapons that I mentioned were on your and the rest of the tax payers dime. The Marines were kind enough to let Doc play with their toys. OGM
Well, could always go with one of these... http://www.gatlingguns.net/ They dont even need a tax stamp. Then theres these... http://www.tacticalinc.com/ruger-1022-gatling-machined-aluminum-p-571.html
I have tried the treatments out there. I haven't had any success. The 12 step plan didn't work. I tried to wean myself off with the replacements out there but just couldn't resisit the urges. I bought all the fad treatment plans, the Ciener conversions for all my guns. The ArmsCorp Ak and Ar replicas in .22. But once you've gone .50 you just can't go back. I hope my tale serves as a warning to others. When it comes to firepower, just say no!! remember, friends don't let friends do belt feds!! (more for me, bwahhahaha!!)
I dont know, I figure the gatlin gun in 45-70 might be a nice alternative to belf fed and dont even need the stamp.
This is all tonque in cheek MM. I was just looking back over my "career" as a gun nut and it struck me how similiar it is to being a drug addict. I started to post this in the "Humor" forum but thought that there was too much truth to it so I put it here.
I know, but would still figure the gatlin guns would be cool, especialy since you dont have to do the tax stamp for them. I LIKE the idea of the ones in 45-70 but figure could afford to feed the one in .22 a bit better.
