Ray B
AH legend
Only the ones that have seen combat.
Just curious, how do you define Combat?
Interpersonal conflict resolution?
Interspecies conflict resolution?
Implementation of designed purpose?
Other?
Only the ones that have seen combat.
For anyone who has ever been in combat there is only one description "hell on earth"Just curious, how do you define Combat?
Interpersonal conflict resolution?
Interspecies conflict resolution?
Implementation of designed purpose?
Other?
there is only one description "hell on earth"
I feel you. I had that exact feeling when I picked up my Mannlicher Schoenauer 1905. That gun speaks to me every time I pick it up. It didn't matter the cost I had to have it. Like the old saying goes, they can have it when they pry it from my cold dead hands. I have a medium bore addiction. It has led me to several rifles with "soul". I have a BLR in 358 winchester that I love but it has no soul. I have a new 9.3x62 that is developing a soul one experience at a time. I feel it is a classic that was just waiting for the right person to take it on adventures.I don't know about a "soul" in the conventional/religious sense but there is definitely something there. I recently purchased a 9.3x62 from a gentleman here. Now if you have read my posts you know I hate "doubling up" on rifles, if I have something that does "X" task well then I don't need another one to do the same thing. I have a 375 H&H and so wasn't really thinking of anything in that category but the 9.3x62 came up and it was almost like it whispered through the wires "buy me" so I did. The second it touched my hands I felt a connection to that rifle, I don't have any other way to describe it. I just feel like I "get" that rifle and it "wants" to be in my hands. It's excellent and I would trade almost any other rifle in my collection before I would let this one go. Does that make any real sense? Well no, it doesn't. Practically it's a hunk of metal in another hunk of wood, and dead wood at that. But somehow, someway that rifle speaks to me every time I pick it up, it's almost like shaking hands with an old friend.
I feel you. I had that exact feeling when I picked up my Mannlicher Schoenauer 1905. That gun speaks to me every time I pick it up. It didn't matter the cost I had to have it. Like the old saying goes, they can have it when they pry it from my cold dead hands. I have a medium bore addiction. It has led me to several rifles with "soul". I have a BLR in 358 winchester that I love but it has no soul. I have a new 9.3x62 that is developing a soul one experience at a time. I feel it is a classic that was just waiting for the right person to take it on adventures.
No, guns do not have souls. How do I know this? When I was growing up, my dad owned a Piper Comanche (single engine, light aircraft). When he would file a flight plan, the number of people on the aircraft would be filed as "the number of souls onboard." So when my dad and I flew somewhere, there would be "two souls onboard." If we were transporting a few firearms, it was still "two souls onboard."
And some people say that guns cannot speak. Truth be told some people just cannot hear when they are being spoken to. I believe being a hunter opens our consciousness to communication that cannot be heard or seen but only felt. Anyone who has hunted long enough knows what I mean.I'd like to disagree with you, if I may.
By far not every weapon has a soul and not every human has charisma.
But guns with souls and charisma do exist without a doubt and I own one.
It is a 100 years old Sauer and Sohn driling in the old German infantry caliber 8x57 IR
He accompanied me to black bear- and boar hunts when I was a young guy.
I got it from my hunting teacher, we call that Lehrprinz.
It was the gun of his late father and I exchanged the calibre for the more modern 8x57 IRS because the gun had deep rust scars and than a Kahles scope in 3-9x42 (before Zeiss Ziel-vier 4x32 I think).
I always use it when hunting in the woods and dense stuff.
The grips are worn down like the gun of an aging Texas gunslinger from gone days.
Good old soul.
I can feel it, whenever i hold this gun in my hands.
If I could only own one gun, it would be this one.
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I spend a lot of time wondering what adventures it had before I owned it as we are truly only care takers until their next owner comes along.No more a storage for memories. When you look at a gun you've had you think fondly of what you've done with it.
You see it does talk to youNot sure about souls...but I wish that at least 3 of mine could talk to me...especially my vintage .475NE that I strongly suspect came out of Africa (accompanied by an ancient box of cupronickeled solids) and my 1906 vintage Mannlicer Sch. that I positively know was in Africa early in the last century..
I shot ele with my old .475 last year and that same evening while cleaning it my thoughts focused on what it had done in the past and by whom.. At least I know that he cherised you...barrels being spotless and all..
And once we discover the ghosts of our guns, we stop being their owners, then we become only their curators only to keep them for next generation.