Inspired by Dale, can you guys put my name on a 100% leather (croc) 1911 full size holster?
Inspired by Dale, can you guys put my name on a 100% leather (croc) 1911 full size holster?
BAILOUT TARGETSHOOTING!
I can sure try, David, and I will be happy to.
But you should know that at this moment the only one we have is a Beta model, so I can't estimate a delivery time/date.
I'd rather be lucky than good, but I'd rather KNOW I'm good than HOPE to get lucky.
Oderint dum metuant
"Stay with me; do not fear. For he who seeks your life seeks my life, but with me you shall be safe.” 1 Samuel 22:23
“This gun is liberty; hold for certain that the day when you no more have it, you will be returned to slavery.” – Toussaint L’Ouverture
Alligator.
No significant difference if your body is in their jaws.
By the way, they are made of genuine local crockagator too. 'licensed permitted trapper 'harvested' them from the pond back by the old temporary range.
. . . oh, wait, the old temporary range was a pond a few days ago - but you know what I mean.
I'd rather be lucky than good, but I'd rather KNOW I'm good than HOPE to get lucky.
Not being much of a flashy holster kinda guy, I must say that the first one was absolutely a work of art. My lefty version is being built as I write this. I'm going with brown.. I figure what good is a 1911 BBQ gun if it ain't in a fancy holster. I will try to post a picture on here or most likely get someone else too. Computers are not my strong point.
Train like your life depends on it, cause it does.
And it begins... A fancy pistol and holster... add pressed AND creased tactical pants and starched 5.11 shirt with big belt buckle and high gloss polished cowboy boots. Maybe a straw hat... then a pimped out golf cart.. I can see it now. Either that or a Boss Hog White Suit.
Weapon of Choice: Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator bolted to a crappy old T53 stock
Let us skip the other lies, for brevity’s sake. To consider them would prove nothing, except that man is what he is—loving toward his own, lovable, to his own,—his family, his friends—and otherwise the buzzing, busy trivial, enemy of his race—who tarries his little day, does his little dirt, commends himself to God, and then goes out into the darkness, to re-turn no more, and send no messages back—selfish even in death.
Mark Twain
I think a boss hog white suit would work
(nam era) yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for I am the meanest SOB in the valley!