daugen, you have my sympathy because that's just my size, too, and I haven't had the will power to lose 40-50 pounds to get back where I was when I was wearing a uniform.:laughing:
Well, I'm gonna have to fess up here, I got up to a porky 260 before my primary doc literally ordered me to lose weight or get prepared for diabetes. I lost fifty pounds over Christmas of all times, the year before last. And this xmas, well,
the math tells, I've packed some back on. But I can still comfortably wear my new pants, which dropped six inches in waist size. And I treated myself to some nice Carhartts and other logging jean type stuff and I'm not going to wear
those out anytime soon, so I just have to fit in them. That seems to be controlling me. Maybe 200 someday. Maybe. I haven't been under 200 in thirty years, big framed, always wanted to be very happy and a little fat...
We used to target practice with a 20 gauge when we were little. Someone would throw tin cans I think off the front porch and my Dad, and older brother, would blast away with the shotgun.
Used that shotgun many times on rabid animals. Most effective. The 12 gauge the one time I used it certainly had more push to it, and of course was louder, but not that much. Really a matter of what shirt or coat you're wearing.
The loudest thing I ever shot was a police chief's 44 Magnum. I walked away with wide eyes much to the delight of my friend the chief. Must be hard to focus on the second shot on one of those, trying to see through the flame and smoke
and ringing of your ears. I know, sounds wonderful right?