So back on topic now, after a couple weeks of inactivity. Hey....$hit just gets in the way now and again.
So I went stumbling through the door of my local gun pusher.
My goal today, was to just see what kind of stuff he has as well as take care of some long overdue bull-$hitting with him. I haven't seen him since I bought the Trijicon for the MK12 build a while back. I kept telling myself that I was going to stick with Nightforce. The one that I run on the MRAD used to be parked on my other 10 SASS before it lost the battle to the Barrett. So I've been of the mindset to replace it with another NXS. After all, you can't go wrong with Nightforce any day of the week.
So, we're taking care of the aforementioned bull-$hitting as I casually gaze into his cabinet that holds most of his optics. I'm thinking, YES.....SCORE for me.....he doesn't have anything with a 50 mil objective lens in stock. So he won't be able to talk me into wavering from my position. OR........so I thought. The ruthless bastard STILL had a dastardly plan up his sleeve. So he starts talking about some Steiner glass, and how that he approves of them also. Well of course he would (said VERY sarcastically)........the bank account draining Sum-Bitch. I mean why wouldn't he? He's standing there thinking that he's about to set the hook in this tired old catch that he's bam-boozled time after time. The vocal sparring continued for almost 15 minutes. He would jab.....and I would parry. He would deliver to me what he must have thought was a crushing blow.....only to have me dodge and weave.....and roll out from underneath unscathed once more. The battle expanded........as some of his minions decided to attempt to toss in some side-winders, in a hapless effort to assist their overlord.
All incoming shots were stealthily deflected or side-stepped by our hero. The battle was raging as the storm clouds howled. Neither side was budging as salvo after salvo was launched in both directions. The damage and carnage to the surrounding lands were beginning to pile up. The body count around us rose to unspeakable levels. For a moment, I could feel freedom as I caught a glimpse of the door that led to the outside. It was just a sheer 20 feet away. If only I could slay my way through the horror, and safely arrive on the other side.
But then...........................after an all too brief moment of silence between the combatants. As I stood there naively triumphant (yeah right), staring at the gateway to freedom. Tasting my own sweat and blood, mixed with the dirt and debris from the many explosions that had gone on all around us. I was almost free.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
He dropped the last MOAB on me that he had. He swung his screen around, and showed me a picture of this "lost ark" that I was pursuing.
A silence fell over the battlefied.
This man.......has no compassion for his fellow man. This man.....has no empathy towards others. This man.......has no level that he will not go too. He should be brought up on charges against humanity at the next Nuremberg trials. There should be a military tribunal. We should flatten his tires at the least. I mean.....there's no line that this man won't cross.
So now, and don't hate me Matt for deviating from the Nightforce club, I'll be taking possession of a Steiner optic next week........................................................
Fade to close.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Now, to be fair. The fuker was willing to get one into his shop so that I could look at it and through it before buying it. But I also think that he probably knew that he'd already sold me on it. And, it's about the same price as my beloved Nightforce too.
Here's the one that I'll be getting. But he gave me a better price than this.
https://www.opticsplanet.com/steiner-t5xi-3-15x50mm-scr-reticle-scope.html
All of that said! The Fuker still tried to sell me a Sig MCX carbine as I tried to lick my wounds and get out the door. The prick.
Carry on ladies. As you were.