Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Unicorn Hunting School

One of the things English visitors to the compound like to do is hunt unicorns with deadly pistols and assault rifles. You see, they can't do that in the Old Country, because unicorns are protected and it's far too dangerous. But it's open season on the horned predators in Texas, so we loaded up the rig with weaponry and headed to the range.

The unicorn hunting evolution went well, with a brisk warm-up against steel plates, playing cards (thanks, LL), some pound coins and a couple of silhouettes. Watermelons featured too. And guess what?

The new pound coin doesn't stand a chance against a Glock 21, a .38 Special, an AR15 and a Ruger American .22. Then we got on the unicorn. Let's just say this, it met its match. 

Vicious little things, unicorns, they'll gore you with their horn so don't hesitate before squeezing the trigger.

Well done, JS and H. You are now unicorn hunters, good shooting.

Gun rights,



Brig said...

Yay to range time!

LL said...

Ridding the world of unicorns is a noble calling. Well done LSP and visitors.

LSP said...

Big fun, Brig!

LSP said...

The team did well, LL. Everyone must play their part in this conflict.

Anonymous said...

Less a defensive shooting of these poor beasts, more a case of mercy-killing.The snow-white unicorn was in the medieval period one of the hearldic beasts of chivalry, a rare, untameable beast that could only be glimpsed let alone captured by the pure of heart. Today the whole symbol has been defaced, mutated, daubed with garish spectral colours and wholly distorted into a sick beast far removed from its original form; any genuine unicorns undergoing such a mutation would today be queuing up to be put down.

In fact, I would venture to suggest that the modern manifestation is not actually the true unicorn at all but rather an example of the the Baiste-na-scoghaigh of Skye, from Scottish folklore, 'a great lumbering, one-horned creature which has little in common with the graceful unicorn of mythology'. In colouring the modern beast would also appear to have some resemblance to the fearful Scottish Nucklelavee which was skinless so that multi-coloured arteries and veins were fully visible running through it and vocally its resemblance may bare comparison with the 'boobrie' the devourer of innocent sheep - "its dreadful honking bray has often been heard near the sea-lochs of Argyll.(Folklore, Myths and Legends of the British Isles, 1973)

Jules said...

Great fun! Thanks, LSP!