### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ## ####### [ Over The Edge? ] [ By Phearless ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ The non-fictionous `` Over the edge? '' by Phearless for uXu in 1992 Ever since I was just a little kid I've been fascinated by all kinds of weapons. Handguns and rifles primarily. Here's my story, seen from the weapons part of my life, enjoy. It started off way back with kid-revolvers (bought in some local toy shop) that went bang-bang either when you pulled the trigger or screamed it out yourself.. Ah those were the days. When I was about 13-14 I got the chance of practice some shooting with a friend's airgun. I was in heaven! I just pulled a trigger and whatever was in front of you got a tiny little hole (or at least an ugly spot) in it, and that's what shooting is all about, isn't it! Hehehe. Of course this state of not-having-a-gun-myself was too hard on me, so I got an airgun, a rifle actually, from my grandfather. Now I could go where ever I wanted and shoot who/whatever I wanted... "Thought I died and went to heaven"-style I promise you. I practiced shooting on telephone poles (they had this funny top that one could shoot off, or at least hear that PLING noise), street lights (even though the covering transparent plastic was too tough to hit through, but after half a dozen of shots, the inside light bulb might be hit), birds (even though I never seemed to hit them, the bullets always seemed to just hit close enough to scare them away), people on bikes (shooting at their front wheel was fun! They stopped at once and eyed over the surroundings, wondering what the heck THAT was, how I laughed...), cars (well this wasn't especially funny since no car ever stopped, but I guess they cursed the unknown bastard who made that hole in their car!, drivers though seem to better notice big snow/iceballs), et cetera. Note: If some kid nowadays would shoot at me when I am out driving, I'd pull that bastard's toenails out, enjoying it. Then, when I was about 15, I bought this revolver, called "starting revolver" here in Sweden, referring to "this is a gun one use to start off sports competitions"... But I found better use for it. To make it 'impossible' to use the gun for shooting real (live) ammunition, they had sealed the barrel and made the flame blow out at the top instead. This could though be easily be bypassed just by drilling through the barrel and sealing the top hole. Now you could make the flames go straight out the barrel, looking more like a real revolver. Some stupid idiots actually thought that by doing this one could insert live ammo, and use it for real... They later found out, when their face was in a bowl beside their hospital bed, that it wasn't such a great idea. The kind of metal used as barrel is much too weak to fire real ammunition. To make this little concept more fun to use I put used "starting rounds" in the barrel, and that made an excellent projectile. The aiming abilities was outrageously bad, but what the heck, you could blow (with the barrel put next to the object) through almost anything; windows, bottles... 'Tough' windows wasn't any problem either (you know the kind of thick windows with metal wires in it), it would make a nice and round hole in it. Then, about two years later I bought an airgun (pistol), which I still use from time to time. A pistol is more preferable to a rifle, when it comes to carry-with-you ability. But when aiming is very important, a pistol can never beat a rifle (well, if it hasn't got a 15 inch barrel...). If you got a monocular aiming sight for it too, you have the perfect combination. Pistols or revolvers with monocular sights just look too silly! But all of my experiences hadn't been very satisfactory. Ok, when I got to shoot some shots with a friends bird'n'rabbit hunting gun, I thought it was fun enough. Or when I got to shoot some with another friend's fathers k-pist (a small 9mm automatic handgun), I was in ecstasy. But none of this lasted very long... (I'm talking about 4-6 shots!) When I later on did my mandatory military service deep in the woods of Sweden, I had an AK-4 (does not look like the AK-47. The AK-4 is all black, have 20 (7.62mm) rounds clips and is much more powerful and have better aiming possibilities than the k-pist, which I consider a failure of the gun-making-art). Before I did my military service, (almost) everybody told me I'd lose my interest in guns, because of being exposed to them every day for months. Nothing could have been more wrong. I got to shoot with the AK-4 a lot, not as much as I was hoping for, but according to my solider-mates it was too much to be able find any fun in it. Wimps! Ok, not all things in the military was fun... My "extreme"(?) interest in guns (and ammunition) ended up with some officer finding ammo in my locker. That was a complete failure. Not that it was the first time, nor the last time, but this made them have an "extra eye" on me. They actually believed I was going to make the same mistake twice, poor fools... I almost felt sorry for their stupidity. But not for long, I had to make up new routines on how to nick more ammo. Hehe. Now I bet I got you wondering... "What does he want all ammo for, when he hasn't got a gun to put it in". Calm down, calm down. I'll soon tell you why. I "accidentally" called a friend, to ask him to do some things for me, and we slipped into the subject of Guns. He told me he had an (guess what) AK-4 coming his way, and we agreed that a storage of ammo would become handy. So I started to collect. This was only for the two last months of my military service, and I still can't forgive myself for not taking those hundreds of opportunities of "borrowing" ammo from the shooting fields, ammo storages, back of trucks etc, since it could have been So Easy! But back then I thought, "what the hell would I need 7.62mm rounds for?"... I didn't know why, until about 3 months later. Argh! I finished my military service, and life went on dull as usual, looking for jobs every day, etc. After some time though, my friend got his gun! Now all we had to do was to make up some plans for some shooting. We figured it would need at least some planning, since shooting "without legal permission" is considered pretty serious in this anti-gun country. What do we need? Hmm... earplugs (yeah, that thing do make a lot of noise, and even with them you feel the beating on your eardrum pretty well), black and white tape for the car plates (well the thought was better than the result, but we got at least one of the plates to look good), extra setups of clothes and shoes (well, in case things would go very wrong) and of course the beautiful AK-4 and loads of ammo! We drove out in the woods, and put the weapon together (it was disassembled before, to make it fit in a bag), filled the clips and stopped on a big hill. Now we tried the blank rounds, bah! Failure. We didn't bring the "blank shooting pipe", that one is needed for shooting blanks (the recoil is too weak to throw out the rounds after shooting), so we emptied the clips filled with blanks and instead put in real ammo. Now let's show how Real Men do it! We started to walk around in the surroundings, looking if there were any eager-to-call-the-cops people near... And we found a BIG house about 100 metres from that hill! Argh... Nothing to do about it, and we decided to find a better place. We were walking back to the car when we heard a motor running, and it was closing! Quickly! Hide! (Why? Well, I was carrying this 7.62mm piece, loaded with live ammo, and shooting our way out wasn't in my plans... Not yet anyway). We dashed about 20 metres into the woods and threw ourselves to the ground... Vrmmmmm... The car passed by, he didn't notice us... and if he had, he'd not be driving that slow. Close shot, but we made it... We drove off some miles to a bit more quiet place in the woods, about 500 metres from the nearest road, we jumped out, grabbed the weapon, two clips each, stuffed our ears with the earplugs and rushed like jeans-dressed maniacs deeper into the woods. Waaaaaa! (thinking, not screaming). We found a nice spot for some shooting practice, and I put the AK-4 to my shoulder, aimed for a little (about 1-2" wide) tree and pulled the trigger, one... Bam! two... Bam! three times... Bam! and the shit wouldn't break! So I switched to Automatic and put the weapon to my right hip and squeezed that joypin to it's limit, still aiming for that damn tree. Babbabbabbabbabbabbabbabba... 17 rounds and there was pieces of wood flying everywhere, wonderful. I pulled out the clip and handed it over to my pal, he quickly put in another clip, switched to Automatic, aiming for quite a big tree (8" approx.). Babbabbabbabbabbabba!! I bet not even fifty percent of the bullets hit, but the remains of the tree was a pure delight to watch! Just watching an AK in action gives me a hard-on. We then quickly ran away to the car, and I, of course, got stuck with one of my shoes in the mud, and had to jump back on one leg to get it. My friend continued laughing, like me, running towards the car. Bam, Bam. The cardoors slammed shut and we drove off quite fast, looking for a new place to exercise our skills in autofiring. We had been driving for quite a while when we saw this perfect place, not far from the main road, but a big area of trees was beyond it. We parked the car, jumped out and refilled the empty clips with live ammo. Ouch... that barrel was hot! After managing to sneak into the woods with the gun, without any car driving by seeing what we were doing, we found yet another perfect place to do some shooting. My turn! I switched to Automatic (the only Real level of that switch!), and without a word emptied the gun randomly into the woods, then quickly pulled out the clip, and handed it over to my eager-to-shoot mate who was standing drooling during those few seconds I was shooting. He put in his clip, but this time he maybe had too high thoughts about his skills in shooting. When he squeezed that trigger he was thrown back by the recoil, and was forced to walk two-three steps back, to not fall over. Hhaoohahaa! Cool! We had one more clip with us, and I put it in. "Half each!" my pal shouted as I was once again switching that lever to Automatic. "No probs..." Baddaddaddaddaddadda... I reached out giving him the AK and he wasn't late to do what we both love, Squeezed That Trigger, spitting out the rest of the bullets far out in the woods. Hahehahaaaaa.... Then we ran back to the car, threw in the piece in the trunk and drove off. - This was fun! Let's do it again someday, I screamed in pure ecstasy. - Sure ok... let's just let things cool down a bit... Bet the people who live here already have called the pigs. Speaking about the devil. We had just taken off from the main road, and were driving back home to town, when we spot this police car driving about 50 km/h (on a 90km/h road)... Eh Eh Eh. I think we'll take another way home, mate... We pulled over to a smaller road (well "path" might fit in better here), and went back to the main road. This time we did not turn over at the same place as we did before, instead we went straight forward. And what do we see? Another police car! Coming at us, signalling to turn over to the same road that the first car was driving along, driving just as slow. - Whoops. I think somebody heard us... hehehe - I know another way home, just follow this street and I'll tell you when to turn. Now we were on the freeway, going back home, quite fast actually. When it suddenly struck us... "whoops. What if there's some cops checking if the drivers keep the speed limits somewhere on this road? And he just Wants to see if we got a warning triangle (mandatory according to Swedish laws)?". Ok, we slowed down the pace and drove off, keeping the speed limits, all the way home. Best day of my life! With no exceptions (in my weapon-life) at all! Now, we'll keep low for awhile, but then we're back on the road again! So, when you're out in the woods and hear some loud noise, don't hesitate, just throw yourself to the ground. It Might be us, out shooting Just For Fun. Signed, Phearless in May, 1992.