whitewolf001

What Dolomite hinted at, philosiphy of use is key here. Answer that and you will have your answer. If batteries are a concern, get an Aimpoint, they last about as long as a Tritium and that's if it's left on.

Spots, keep us posted on this as dates and such can change for people. ;)

  I don't THINK(and I use that loosely) you should run lead bullets with a gas system as it can clog the port but OhShoot and SEVERAL other members could better say than I, tis only interweb conjecture with which I speak, haha.

After rereading my statement, I can see how doucheesque it must have sounded, haha. I figured about $110 for the complete LPK including grip and stock(which he immediately swapped out for Magpul stuff, lol.) and $130 for the lower which is our cost on it at the store.   I'll try to get some photos tonight of it after work. The Black contrasting with the FDE looks really good to me.

No sir, complete minus stock (*EDIT* I forgot, I gave him my old M4 PSA stock that came with my LBK), I couldn't do someone like that. I even showed him where all the finish was starting to come off. He's going to Duracoat it with Magpul OD green.

I love playing with the one in the shop, heh heh but as far as how they shoot I couldn't tell you. Terminal ballistics on the .300BO are supposed to be on par with 7.62x39 as far as I know. Just need to reload for that thing, when 6.8 is cheaper then you know you've got an expensive little cartridge.

Well, got in the new replacement lower. x1000 times better than the original with fitment and most assuredly finish. They sent me the new one and didn't ask for the old one back and there were no instructions to send back the old one, so I sold the old one to a bud of mine whom is currently ARless for $240 and told him he needs to duracoat the thing as the finish is garbage to which the money from this one contributed to buying a LBK for the new one andthe rest towards an LCP we had used in the shop, woo hoo!

  My line of thinking EXACTLY!

He leans Democrat but he rips on ANYONE whom does anything stupid.

Both Wade and John made their way down the hall, long-guns at the ready but pointed down as to avoid a friendly fire. As they both rounded the corner they saw the horror just beyond the glass that would await them. Johns minds eye flashed before him an image of his wife and what she had become then his instincts, which were born and tested from the fighting he had done overseas in the sandbox, kicked in immediately and without thinking he had charged his weapon and leveled it at the glass, Wade saw what was happening out of the corner of his eye and tried grabbing just behind the muzzle of the weapon to point it down but the weapon discharged, sending a bullet through the glass they had been trying to seal.   The small bullet ripped through the glass like paper hitting one on the otherside square in the forehead, dropping the creature to the ground. Wade immediately grabbed John by the collar of his shirt, "YOU IDIOT!!! You may have just killed us all!!!" At that exact moment, the one whom had been bashing its head into the glass, slammed its skull forward, which also happened to be the very same glass which John had just comprimised. The glass bellowed inward but did not fall apart as the plastic inlayers somewhat kept structural integrity intact. Jack leveled his weapon at the already destroyed glass, "Get headshots only, FIRE!" All of them standing there began to take aim on what they could discern as skulls firing what their magazines allowed for, Wade was the only one whom reloaded as his magazine capacity only allowed for four shots plus one in the chamber in his short-barreled shotgun.   Hot brass lay on the ground and the smell of burnt powder was heavy in the air the corpses all layed on the ground, one began to move as it's brain remained unscathed; Jack leveled his weapon at it, firing one round destroying what used to be a human head. Jack immediately drew out the magazine of his weapon glancing at the feedlips, he still had some rounds in it. Instead of putting it into his dump bag, which he uses to secure spent mags, he dropped it into his cargo pocket. Jack wanted to assign blame to John for his foul up but there was no time, they had just advertised to the area that this place was a all you can eat buffet, "Mike, do you have ANY vehicles here that can assume the capacity for this many people? We need to get out of here, NOW."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Qtx_ZcHOjw#t=582   This almost had me in tears...

The doctor will see you now.

Welcome to the forum cousin.

That's the going rate for most .308 piston guns, you can get a DI for cheaper. Wal Mart has the Sig 716 for $1999 here, I'll take it as I am a Sig whore, lolz.

Jack made his way to the front door, weapon shouldered at the ready thumbing off the safety, with Brigsby right behind him. They round the corner and were about to cross into the threshhold when Jack threw his left fist into the air telling Brigsby to stop. The glass entrance door had a smear of blood across it and beyond that on the otherside of the glass stood approxmiately 15 people, one of which had fallen to the gound and was getting up in a very staggered manner. Everyone of them all had blank expressions across their faces. When they spotted Jack, they begin to moan and hiss clawing at the glass doors.   One began to slam its head into the door, the glass though wouldn't give as it was the same glass used in car dealerships in Florida, it was "Hurricane Proof" impact resistant glass because of the common occurance of tornados in the area. "That must have been the sound we heard was that one there, just about threw its whole body at the glass." Jack had said, he then looked down and noticed that door wasn't locked and only had a double sided key lock to prevent any kind of mischief, though in this particular situation could be the death of them all. "MIke, call to Wade, they know we're here already." Mike fast stepped down the hall they had just come through and halfway rounded the corner, "Wade, c'mere!" He said waving his hand in a hurried motion.   Everyone began to get nervous and unsettled. Panicked looks began to wash over all of them. The older detective stood up and said to everyone, "Look, everyone just calm down. There's probably not anything to worry about." James tried to look as calm as possible though he too was not exactly calm, there was no presidence for this. John, the Marine, stood up from the desk he was leaned against, "I'm going to go see what's happening."

Guess if I find one I'll have to find out what a .300WM will do to one...

Thanks everyone for the support, there are now over 2k views on this, time to start looking for a publisher. :D

Mike Brigsby asked what their names were; the woman, who used to be in the Air Force, responded with, "Linda, I used to be with the 435th Security Forces Squadron." Mike nodded and then looked to the detective who was probably Mike's senior as far as age goes, "What's your name?" Leaving off his usual habit of adding son knowing that the man was his senior, "James, moved here from Boston to get away from the Progressive riff raff." Brigsby then looked back to the Marine and before Mike could say anything, he responded with, "John, John Frazier." Which the fire burning in his eyes was on the verge of hate which unnerved Brigsby a little, more so than it had a few minutes ago. Brigsby looked to Wade and tossed him the keys to the Armory, Wade knew what Mike was up to, and though reluctant, complied without question since they knew it may come to this. Wade came back with two AR-15 rifles, a Remington 870 slung over one of his shoulders, and one of the short barreled shotguns slung over the opposite shoulder. He distributed them among the three that had raised their hands, the AR's were given to the former armed forces and the 870 was given to the former detective, while Wade kept the shorter riot gun for himself. Wade left the room only to come back with a box full of STANAG magazines, 5.56x45mm Hornady TAP rounds and several boxes of 'Law Enforcement' grade 00 Buckshot; Wade gave the two eight mags each and the corresponding ammo, something they were famaliar with, and the shells to the detective.   Brigsby looked to those who were now armed, "I'm going with Jack over there to secure his sisters, one of whom is wheel chair bound and can't get away like you all can. It's this reason, that I have decided to arm you because if something happens, I won't be here and I'd feel better knowing that you can at least defend yourself if anything happens." One of the people looked to him, "But what about us, why can't we be armed too?" Several people nodded in agreement, Mike then said, "Have any of you had ANY official firearms training from any sort of school or academy?" Everyone looked to each other but none raised their hands, the younger man whom spoke up a moment ago responded, "But what about HIM!" Pointing to Jack, who knew that line of question would probably come, Jack spoke up in Brigsby's place, "I have trained with and under former contractors and members of the special operations community, if you want to have a dick measuring contest, I suggest you take it elsewhere." The statement shocked the man who was Jack's senior and he sat back not saying another word. Mike shook his head more out of amusement than anything, "Do any of you have anym..." Before Brigsby could finish his statement a tremendous thud came from the front of the building. Mike, Jack, and everyone in the room whom was armed immediately threw their weapons to a shouldered position pointing towards the entrance doors. Jack and Mike looked at each other, Mike then put one finger to his lips indicating to everyone to quiet down. Jack pulled back the charging handle on his AR variant roughly one third of the way back, just to check the chamber, and the gold hue of the brass casing let him know that his weapon was indeed hot. Jack reached down to his vest and opened a pouch, he drew from a cylinder and slid the Gemtech Halo sound suppresor over the A2 birdcage flashhider, twisting it made a ratcheting sound until he was satisfied that it was ready. Jack looked to Brigsby, "I'll take point".

Man, that's wicked looking! I love Roland Sands bikes and this falls in line with their style, me gustaaaa....

Gooood.......

See, even the good book sponsors Mr.Browning's design. :usa:

Without hesitation Jack immediately made his way towards where his gear layed on a cleared off desk belonging to a detective who was probably at home this very moment unaware of the nightmare ensuing at this very moment. Jack had removed his gear before helping everyone so as to not exhaust himself, though without it, it made him feel almost naked even with his sidearm still on his side there was just something comforting about a long-gun in his mind. Brigsby made his way in pursuit of Jack, "You need to calm down son; you don't think we all have families?" Jack spun to give Mike a glare and almost spat at him, "One of my sisters is a wheel chair bound Mike, she can't even properly defend herself!" A look of shock crossed over Brigsby's face, "Your sister is crippled?" Jack just nodded without saying a word. Brigsby looked down, ran some ideas through his head. Without saying another word he walked over to where he sat his patrol carbine and a tactical vest. Brigsby began equipping everything he laid down on his desk. He inserted a fresh magazine into his Colt LE6920 which had an Aimpoint Comp M2 and charged the weapon making it hot, he flipped the selector to 'SAFE' then set the weapon down. Mike removed his Glock 22 from the duty holster dropping the mag free and racking back the slide to eject the round that was chambered, he then began to refill his pistol mag from a newly opened box of rounds sitting on the table.   Satisfied with the weapon back to its fifteen round max capacity he reholstered the Austrian pistol. He made his way back over to Jack with his carbine at the ready, "I'm coming with you Jack but I before I go, I need to delegate some orders to Wade." Jack was stunned by Brigsbys statement, "Mike, I can't let you come, you have to tend to these people!" Mike shook his head, "I'm going to put into effect that plan we all talked about." Without saying another word, Mike walked over to the group of people that had come to the station, then in a commanding and authorative but friendly tone he said, "Are there those among you whom have served in the military or a form of law enforcement?" The group of people began to look to one another, three of them raised their hands, two men and a woman; one of the men whom raised their hands was the man who had the breakdown which perturbed Brigsby a little but then noticed a fire in his eyes that wasn't there before, 'This man is out for vengeance, we don't need a loose cannon but IF he's had the training he can be an asset.' Mike looked to the broken man, "What training have you had son?" The man in a flat tonned voice and in a military fashion responded, "US Marine Corps, Operation Iraqi Freedom." That was all Mike needed to hear from the Devil Dog, "You're hired." The man had a puzzled look on his face, Brigsby then questioned the other two whom were US Air Force and a retired detective respectively.

That truly is a humbling story.

They were used by ninja as a trap for those whom would give chase to them, the shinobi would drop them behind them and regardless of how it falls, it will always land where a point is sticking straight up. In the training at Konigun Ninjutsu I took when I was younger, to get you to hold correct form they would place these under your heels as... motivation, haha.

I wear a pink band everyday, my mother is a cancer survivor. She was diagnosed back in 2007 and by the grace of God and her strong will she has been in remission since her treatment.