Well said, Ice Cube. Well said.
In Montana on of my favorite new activities, that is staunchly rooted and seeped in the culture here, is to go shooting. The activity schedule looks like this:
-Call friend with gun. Preferably more than one kind and preferably knowledgeable about said gun.
-Find objects that explode well. Pottery, pumpkins, or old electronics are optimal. If you get smancy': clay pigeons, going geto: beer cans.
-Go to remote location, no people, no animals, fences are okay.
-Set up shooting range. (Note: Montana is beautiful, and unless you want a bear to eat you, put some proper prior planning into what you're about to shoot cause' guess who gets to pick up all of the non-organic projectiles? Uh, yup. That'd be you!)
-Shoot. Pow. Boom. Pew.
-Oh look! Massive amounts of brass just lying around now! Since I have to pick those up as well, what can they be used for?
Sweet necklaces, that's what. Drilling some holes, fitting some crystals, and batta-bing! Montana Represent.
