Many years ago, I had a job that required a physical fitness test that included at 300-meter sprint among other things. I trained for it on a local middle school track. One day, my wife was giving me a load of shit about not spending enough time with our 6-month old son. So, I pack him up in our jogger and took him down to the track. When it came time to do some sprints, he was nice and sleepy from the jogging pace. So, I decided to put the jogger in the middle of the football field so that I could keep an eye on him while sprinting around the track. What could go wrong?
Well, after about 20 minutes, the sprinkler system activated right next to him. By the time I could run over there, he was soaking wet. Then, it seems that every fucking mosquito for 100 miles decided to descend on his face for a meal. By the time we got home, his eyes were swollen shut from all the mosquito bites, he was soaking wet, and my wife was not pleased…
I like my rifles like my women - short, light, fast, brown, and suppressed.
Don't be surprised if when that kid gets older he wants a BMX or a dirt bike,
"You can't win a war with choirboys. " Mad Mike Hoare