Quotes About Rifle

I got a .30-30 for Christmas in the seventh grade. It wasn't what I asked for, by the way.

The gun has a name, made up of words and numbers. A measurement in millimeters, a decimal point, all befitting a precision instrument. 'Call it a rifle', I was told... But it is a gun.

Seems like those boys of mine get into three times as much trouble when school is out. I still don't understand how you get them to mind without a switch or at least a primed rifle over your arm." He reached over to help himself to the doughnuts.

I've always tried to play golf with a golf club. I have a hard time driving with my rifle. I mean, 18 is really narrow ... I have no problem with the course, except for the tee shot on 18.

He knew the sound of an AK-47. It made a high-pitched, more mechanical crack than the American rifle, the M16, which made a deeper, rounder sort of pop.

Because of a cowgirl named Stephanie Becker, I ended up wondering what would kill me first: a charging bull or a man with a rifle, but that was on a cold moonlit night in the mountains, long after we first met. All of it really began earlier at the end of the hockey season when I saw her at an awards dinner for the Kamloops Blazers hockey team. I'll tell you right now, it wasn't the way I wanted to meet a beautiful girl.

The two parachutes fell towards the burial mounds. Already a squad of Japanese soldiers in a truck with a steaming radiator sped along the perimeter road, on their way to kill the pilots. Jim wiped the dust from his Latin primer and waited for the rifle shots.

The truth is, it doesn't matter. The truth is, it was ten years ago, and I didn't know Evan or his family then, and it's my history, not theirs. The truth is, I didn't wield a hunting rifle that day. The truth is, nothing anyone does it says can change what already happened. The truth is, guns are part of the world, of Brookdale, of life, and I can't, won't, and don't fall to pieces every time I see one. The truth is, I don't care about his guns.

The truth is, it doesn't matter. The truth is, it was ten years ago, and I didn't know Evan or his family then, and it's my history, not theirs. The truth is, I didn't wield a hunting rifle that day. The truth is, nothing anyone does or says can change what already happened. The truth is, guns are part of the world, of Brookdale, of life, and I can't, won't, and don't fall to pieces every time I see one. The truth is, I don't care about his guns.

dark, wiry soldier at the first bed was cleaning his rifle, hauling the pull-through along the barrel. 'Not like that,' said Bennet-Bruce. 'Pull it straight out, not at an angle, or you'll wear away the muzzle and your bullets will fly off squint, missing the enemy, who will seize the opportunity to unseam you, from nave to chaps.' He tugged at the pull-through. 'What the hell have you got on the end of this, the battalion colours?

That rifle on the wall of the labourer's cottage or working class flat is the symbol of democracy. It is our job to see that it stays there.

I'm learning to hunt with rifles, because if you think about it, hunting gets you the healthiest meat - organic, free-range food. It's a totally yuppie spin on what I thought was kind of a redneck occupation.

Then came the pak-pak-pak of DeVontay's rifle.

Yea, I've got a dream too. It involves time-travel and a rifle.

British and Indian troops were sent in, and an Indian Cavalry guard escorted them to work. That evening there was a further disturbance, and one of the labourers, Mohamed Ahmed, knocked a British officer unconscious with a stick and seized his rifle and bayonet, before being overpowered by three other Egyptians. Twelve days later he was tried for 'a disturbance of a mutinous nature', found guilty and shot.

The shadows of the woods were formidable. He was certain that in this vista there lurked fierce-eyed hosts. The swift thought came to him that the generals did not know what they were about. It was all a trap. Suddenly those close forests would bristle with rifle barrels.

approached the two guards, smiling. John knew her smile wasn't friendly. She was smiling because she was finally getting a chance to put her training to the test. Kelly waved to the guard and pulled open the door. He asked her to stop and show her identification. She stepped inside, grabbed his rifle, twisted, and dragged him inside with her. The

I don't have time every day to put on make up. I need that time to clean my rifle.

I tell Mark I'm glad to see some cup holders were left in place. I recognize the brief, polite silence that follows. It's Mark Roman rendered mute by the fullness of my ignorance. They're rifle holders.

I wouldn't want to try to take this guy out with anything less than a scoped rifle. Which is something that's hard to confuse with expiration by natural causes. The hell with it, I thought. Risks are one thing. This looks like suicide. If Tatsu wanted him dead that much, I'd recommend a six-man squad and firearms. Much as I would have liked to do something to buy Tatsu's continued goodwill, this one wasn't worth it.

Single cracks are usually not good. The crack, you know, in the crack, when I say crack, I mean when you are on the giving end of a rifle, you it's a much different sound than being on the receiving end of a rifle, that of a bullet that is supersonic makes a very distinctive crack. And when you hear that, and it's a single one, it generally is not good.

At home I have hunting magazines on my nightstand. I'm an avid hunter. I hunt every chance I get.

I love being outside, I do a lot of hunting.

I just love hunting.