Defin'ly a sportin' gun, there.
As I am an inveterate tin-can plinker with any twisty-bored firearm, out to as far as you can see'um, the .50BMG has intrigued me for some while. Gallon water jugs; 5-gallon mud-filled pails, old water heaters in a vertical posistion: OH!! The Joy!!! ;~`) Place the object at the near limit of resoanable hitability for it's size, and commence firing with a spotter.
Bet folks would cough up cash for the experience, and then they'd be hooked. I know that gallon milkjugs, or brightly colored detergent bottles are wonderful as targets at which to lob heavy handgun bullets or obselete caliber rifle slugs. Just keep moving them back until you can't hit them regularly. Then the real fun commences.
The Governator leads too sheltered a life. Invite him over to Dallas for some Texas B-B-cue at the club and trip to the range. Have some good Purdeys or Fabbri's or what have that'll meet his approval, too. I know that there's a few members of that club and this BBS that will have him happily well-fed, puffing good ceegars and seeing who can nail that water heater at 1500 yards, in no time at all.
Otherwise? The G-rater proves to be just another putty-man in the hands of ambition.
Thanks for the report,
John
