Ahhh-hahh...so that's the latest plot to come from the tortured mind of Big Mike is it?
I figured that Hiz Mikeness would stack the deck in his favor, but I never dreamed of the extraordinary lengths to which this twisted soul would go. I mean.... let's look at things from an unbiased viewpoint: Big Mike has done all of this:
-New Borden TPE action from Pennsylvania, Several new barrels chambered by Humble Henry Rivers in Prosperity, North Carolina.- Barrels from Oregon and Wisconsin, a stock from Arizona, scopes from Gawd only knows where..probably some prototype stuff unavailable to mere mortals, -Mike Bigelow bedding...Mike is a great guy..obviously he was conned into this job...I mean it just goes on and on. My recon reports that Big Mike blackmailed Humble Henry into doing the chambering only by the light of a full moon and that the barrels were only touched and handled by Swedish virgins resplendent in white linen dresses and drinking Perrier. I mean...how low will he go?
And here I am..a poor slob with an action that Big Mike beat to within an inch of it's life...it's shattered bolt handle flew one way, the bolt stop was found in the grass yards away from the hammer swinging gorefest, bolt stop retainer pin mangled beyond recognition. My only ally in this is the talented and crafty Stan Ware. His tender ministrations brought the RFD back from Death's Doorstep...once again to rejoin the ranks of competition.
So there you have it: The big money, no holds barred, double trick, double throwdown effort of Big Mike ....who has recruited help from all corners of the Benchrest World in his evil quest...versus two little guys...a couple of regular Joes from Nowheresville just trying to put a couple of bullets in the same hole.
Big Mike: In the spirit of fair play and for all the Little Guys everywhere: I look foward to meeting you on the field of honor. Like the fight in Innnesfree between Shaun Thornton and 'Red' Will Danaher in the movie "The Quiet Man', it will be a donnybrook affair, if there ever was one. And afterwards, Big Mike will be seeking refuge in the caves with te rest of the druids, as Stan and I head to White 'O Morn and enjoy a few sips of the Dew of Scotland.
Father Paul: Father! Father Lonergan!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [not wanting to disturb the fish] Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.
Father Paul: It's a big fight in the town!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Listen, there's a big fight in this fish right here, too.
Father Paul: I'd have put a stop to it, but seeing it's...
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: You do that, lad. It's your duty.
Father Paul: But seeing it was Danaher and Sean Thornton...
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: WHO?
Father Paul: Danaher and Sean Thornton!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: WELL WHY THE DEVIL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?
Scheming in The Forbidden Zone. -Al