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My favorite (unique/illegal) weapon has to have been an old marlin 22. rifle that my dad gave me when I was about 12. I was in Jr. high, as I recall... First thing I did when I got it was slap a 2x scope on it and dialed it in (w/my dad's help on the range) Then, I got an idea...
(I read waaaay to many International Combat Arms mags & Mack Bolan novels) I went into our garage and managed to fabricate a silencer with the help of my copy of the improvised munitions handbook published by the U.S. Army. It was amazingly simple, it took about an hour to drill all of the holes into the interieror tube and it was short work after that. Shaved off the front iron sight and seated it onto the barrell.
The toughest part was testing it. Looking back I don't know what the hell I was thinking... A kid on a bike with a rifle, scope and silencer.... Talk about asking for trouble, Jesus !!!
Anyway, I snuck out one night and rode my bike over to Puddingstone Lake for what I considered a remote location to test it out. The first test went off without a hitch, one shot only to see what the report of the rifle would be like w/the silencer on. With the exception of the crack of the bullet, my C02 bb gun made more noise.
About a week later I asked my dad to goto the gun store. While we were there I pilfered three boxes of subsonic 22. ammo. After that It was all over, the gun was almost totally silent. In a matter of two nights I managed to snuff 6 cats in the neighborhood. I put the gun away after that figuring if I kept playing sniper I'd be in a-lot of trouble.
Years later I found the silencer under my bed and decided to show my dad, needless to say he was shocked and suprised when I showed him how quiet it was... ahhh, to be young again !!!
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-Groucho Marx
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