Every so often, when I get home, I like to unwind by shooting.
Living in the boonies on 10 acres, there are few neighbors to annoy.
Still, if I need to do some serious "unwinding", I stick to the .22 rifle loaded with special Aquila rounds that contain no gun powder.
Which means very low noise...kinda like a hopped up pellet gun.

Anyway, tonight after shooting ~50rds, I hear my neighbor on the hill, which is ~320yds away & through thick woods, yell something.

Me: "Say that again, please."

Neighbor:"I said...'STOP ****ING SHOOTING!!! IT'S BOTHERING US!!!' "

Me: "O'RLY?", I thought.

Me: "OK", was my reply to the unseen neighbor as I walked back to my house.


To get more guns.
All my guns to be exact.


I won't bore you with the list details, but here's the list of calibers:

.22
.223
7.62x39
.308
.30-06
.357
.380
9mm
.45
and 12gage.

After exactly 43 minutes of continuous shooting, I stopped, got in my truck, and drove over to the talk to the neighbor. Didn't take the car, as he knows that it's my car.

As I approached his house, I see some other dude, kinda foo foo yuppie type, walking from the detached garage to the porch on the house.

Park the truck, get out with a smile on my face, and say hello.

Me: "Hey, guys, did you hear that shooting?"

Them: "Yes...and it was just awful". (I'm not making this up; they said 'awful'.)

Me: "Well, that was me. And I'll do it every night just to demonstrate the difference between my quiet guns and my loud guns."

Them: :confused looks:

Me: "So, what would you rather listen to? A few pellet gun shots every few days, or downtown Baghdad every night?"

Them: :more confused looks:

Me: "OK, 'downtown Baghdad every night' it is"

Them: "No, no, no"

Me: "Alright guys, sorry for any misunderstanding."

Homos.