Dumb Fucks and a Funny Old Story

Have a look at the above linked article... Here are a few excerpts:

For years, ATV-riding, gun-toting sport shooters have flouted gun laws in part of Idaho's high desert by taking pot shots at ground squirrels and other animals.

Now, officials say, they're also setting their sights on National Guard tanks that train in the area.

Rifles and pistols have been banned in a 68,000-acre area of the Snake River Birds of Prey National Conservation Area since 1996.

But the federal Bureau of Land Management is considering expanding the gun-restricted area by 41,000 acres to try to limit shootings at Idaho Army National Guard troops who report slugs bouncing off their tanks on a regular basis.

"There's a segment of the shooting community that will shoot at anything that moves," said John Sullivan (news, bio, voting record), the area's manager.

You responsible gun owners up there in Boise need to head on out to this area and help your irresponsible fellow gun owners to understand the gravity of their actions. It is stupid shit like this that gets the assinine libs all in a lather wanting to strip our weapons from us and gives them an excuse to do it! If you see some ass-hat popping off rounds in the direction of a military vehicle or a protected species or any other ill-advised target, feel free to smack the stupid fucker up along side the head with a baseball bat!

This does remind me of an old story though...

When I was in the army we used to practice rolling to our battle positions; predefined locations that we'd roll to in the event that the Russians decided to get froggy. My track's position was a bit east of my platoon sergeant's location but in order to reach it, we both had to cut across some German farmer's field.

It would never fail. Every time we'd have to roll there, Fritz the kraut farmer would get pissed off that we were rolling across his field. He'd come flying out of his farm house with some ancient double barrelled shotgun, popping pot shots at our tanks. Eventually we got used to it and would just button up before turning off the hard tack.

One day however everything changed. Our tanks were covered in MILES equipment (Multiple Integrated Laser Engagement System). This equipment is used to train troops by playing a monster game of laser tag. On a tank, there is a laser that gets mounted in the main gun and an odd collection of tubes that gets bolted on top of it on the outside. These tubes contain hoffman devices; electrically ignited flash bang devices that are intended to simulate the main gun going off.

Well as I said, this one day our tanks were outfitted with MILES gear. We were pouring down the hard tack and prior to making the right hand turn off of the hard tack and into Fritz's field, the order was given to button up in anticipation of Fritz's shotgun blasts. I led the way and the platoon sergeant's tank followed.

I was looking out through the periscopes in the tank commander's cupola. I saw Fritz break out of the house and level his shotgun at my track, I saw the flash of his muzzle and then I heard the shot slap against the side of my track. He broke the shotgun open and loaded two more rounds.

I hopped on the radio and warned the platoon sergeant, "Hey Fritz is loading up for you!"

The Platoon sergeant laughed and replied, "Watch this!"

Fritz levelled his shotgun and loosed both barrels. The Platoon Sergeant's tank lurched to a halt. The turret traversed to the left. Fritz fumbled to reload. Suddenly there was a flash from the Platoon Sergeant's tank. He'd fired one of the intimidating but none the less harmless hoffman devices.

Fritz dropped... fell right over. The fucker fainted.

Interestingly enough, Fritz never took pot shots at our tanks after that. I wonder why that was...

Perhaps that tactic might work with these dumb fuckers up in Boise.

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