I have a pair
of cheap small binoculars. They’re chinese and crappy, but they do the job just fine. I got them at Harbor Freight, they look like this:
Time was if you wanted a decent pair of binocs you had to go Zeiss, or Swar, or Bushnell, or Nikons. In the last thirty years, though, the quality of the glass and the lens grinding process has improved so that a $10 pair of binocs today is as good quality as a $90 pair of binocs in the 70’s.
I say this in case the FUCKTARD WHO WAS USING HIS RIFLE SCOPE TO LOOK AT ME THIS MORNING AT KINGSBURY IS READING, SO HE KNOWS HE CAN BUY A DECENT CHEAP PAIR OF BINOCULARS SO HE DOESN’T HAVE TO POINT A RIFLE AT ME TO SEE ME.
Assburglar.
Stand up, look through your scope at him, and MAKE SURE HE KNOWS he’s being scoped at gunpoint.
If that doesn’t get the point across, shoot the dirt 15 feet in front of him, so it spatters all over his stupid ass.
My dad used to point his scope back at them, and give them the finger.
That’s when you hold up your “I’m not a deer” sign. You carry one of those right?
Or you could hold up a Four Rules sign, with Rule 2 highlighted in red.
I once attended a Sporting Clays shoot were my Company had invited a shooting exibitionist from Beretta to give a talk on safety. This dude stood up in front of everyone and slowly pointed at and scanned all of us with an “unloaded” twelve gauge then asked us how it made us “feel”. I yelled out, “Do it again and I’m gonna kick your f*****g ass!!!”
Hope I didn’t sugar-coat it too much for him.