Dr No[Moderator Omega - Wristscan]
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I must've told the story of my decade-long hunt for a 910 Flightmaster . . .
Nov 01, 2019,20:00 PM
. . . half a dozen times by now. The short version is: found on Craigslist early one January morning three years ago, and acquired three days later . . .
. . . after meeting the original owner in a bank lobby. Four hundred miles away in Glendale, Arizona.
Yes, I went on safari to bag this big-game trophy.
So what could possibly top that experience?
Being a spotter for Abel.
Located this bad boy with Zeiss* optics . . .
. . . at 15K Km range. Called in co-ordinates to Abel, who pulled the trigger. Bang! Dropped with one shot. (Aka a wire transfer.)
Then, I dragged the carcass over land and sea to my hunting lodge where Abel will eventually retrieve his trophy, after being duly tended by my taxidermist. (Who doubles as a watchmaker in his spare time.)
Hunting, or spotting?
They're both a thrill.
;-)
* my computer station eyeglasses have Zeiss lenses - really!