Packin' Heat wrote:Another option...
introducing the Super Penetration Shovel!
CLICKY
looks like WINNING!
That is a win sir.
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Packin' Heat wrote:Another option...
introducing the Super Penetration Shovel!
CLICKY
looks like WINNING!

Turtlewolf wrote:So other than a crap actor in the movie, we'll see Lobo's at BudK within a couple months?
cheers
brothaman wrote: you seem to like the abuse so I figured I'd jump in for a kick or 2.

Hachiman wrote:We shall now coin the phrase drum roll
LOBO-tomy

BlueSilkRibbon wrote:Hachiman wrote:We shall now coin the phrase drum roll
LOBO-tomy
uhhh yeah, that's were tEr term lobo comes from, "the LOBOtomizer".
brothaman wrote: you seem to like the abuse so I figured I'd jump in for a kick or 2.

brothaman wrote: you seem to like the abuse so I figured I'd jump in for a kick or 2.


cerestauri wrote:le 3 piece unfucking kit
www.dreamindemon.comgoofygurl wrote:Dogan – In charge of all things fucked up
BlackRabbit wrote:I know this isn't in reference to the Lobo, but bear with me:
Has anyone read the book 'Dies the Fire' by S. M. Stirling?
I won't go into the plot because it's besides the point (though it's a great read) but early in the book, one of the protagonists, Mike Havel, is about to track down some bad guys and decides he needs a more effective weapon than his Puuko, so he takes a machete, knocks the handle off the tang and screws it into a long pole, securing it with leather lashings. that he's made from a tree - this would be a good weapon for dispatching zombies; big sharp blade at one end and a long reach, with plenty of swinging power behind the blow.
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Havel nodded crisply: "Look, Mrs. Hutton, get these packsaddles off, and hide your goods up there in that thicket, behind the big rock—you can get up along the side with a little work. I'd advise you to keep extremely quiet and wait. I don't have time to argue. We'll be back when we've done what has to be done, but it could be a couple of days or longer. Are those lashings rawhide?"
They were thin and soft-surfaced.
"Wet them down for me as well, would you please? Put them in water, do that first. And get me those knives."
"Thank you, and los santos go with you," the woman said; she and her daughter got to work with the quick competence of people who'd handled horses and their tack all their lives.
Havel worked as well. He'd spotted suitable red cedar saplings down-slope to the north and not far from the edge of the road; the wood wasn't what he'd have chosen with more time, but it worked easily, and he'd been thinking hard about their brush with the three bandits. A few strokes of the machete at their bases felled both the young trees. After trimming the first he had a straight pole five feet long and another a little taller than he was.
A single swift hard chop split the smaller end of the first down the middle, leaving a cleft twelve inches long, and he repeated the process for the second, longer one.
Then he used the hammer and prybar to knock the wooden handle off the machete, and punch out the two rivets; the tang was solid except for those holes, a simple continuation of the blade. He forced it into the cleft of the shorter pole, trimming with his knife and waggling it carefully to seat it and then hammering in two horseshoe nails from a bag in the pack-saddles.
Angelica brought him the rawhide thongs, which had at least been thoroughly wetted down.
"Wish there was more time to soak these," he said absently.
Eric came up and helped hold the shaft while he bound the cleft with a double layer of leather cord, using the ends of the nails as tie-points and pulling the wet leather as tightly as he could with both hands and bracing foot. Then he turned the ends of the nails down with a few swift hammer-blows; there was no wobble when he shook the improvised weapon, and in a while the drying leather would hold it on like iron. The result was a shaft about the thickness of a shovel handle, with two feet of chopping steel fixed on the end coming to just over eye-level on the younger Larsson.
"Looks like a naginata," Eric said.
"That's the idea," Havel said. "I was stationed in Okinawa for a while back in '89. You ever trained with one?"
"Just a few times, and watching. Hate to have to use one and try to ride a horse, though."
"Better than nothing, and we'll get down to fight. These'll give us enough reach to get at a man on horseback; I ride a lot better than those clowns, and I wouldn't care to try and fight from the saddle without a lot of practice."
While he spoke he sorted through the knives; he knocked the handle off a good-sized pointed kitchen blade, and bound it into the second shaft as he had the machete. Now he had a spear as well, about seven feet long in all.
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brothaman wrote: you seem to like the abuse so I figured I'd jump in for a kick or 2.


Penzanse wrote:Hachiman wrote:
Nope waaaayyy too big.
brothaman wrote: you seem to like the abuse so I figured I'd jump in for a kick or 2.

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