Here we see three things: 1.) What a 5.56 mm round can do when it ricochets back at the shooter, 2.) What an incredibly lucky bastard I am, and 3.) What an incredible little bitch I sound like when I almost shoot myself in the eye. Your typical redneck in his natural environment. Odin help us all...
This is just me trying out a new comp/muzzle brake from Yankee Hill Machine Co. As opposed to the A2 birdcage mil-spec flash hider the weapon came with stock, this Phantom Comp/Muzzle Brake is the bomb. My follow-up shots are faster, more accurate, and reduce recoil very noticeable. This is the best $38 I've spent on my weapon. Kudos to Yankee Hill, and American-Made company. Keep it up, guys, you're doing things right.
Well, it's been Spring here in Kentucky for three days, so of course...a fucking blizzard. Why not?
I was unable to make it to the official Ruck "N' Run, due to me finding out about too late. So although I didn't manage to take part in the official event, I decided that I would honor Veteran's Day, and all my brothers that have served by doing it anyway, right here at home. This is just my travel vlog of that event. We all need to honor those that served or are serving. This is just my way of doing it. (As an aside, as soon as I made it through the door and got my kit off, I immediately anesthetized my knee, wrapped it up, and but the brace on it as tight as it would go. My back...well, it just told me to get bent and left for warmer climes. I am currently writing this about 12 hours after I did the ruck hike, and I'm doing so with a heating pad, jacked-up knee, destroyed back...and you know what? I wouldn't trade one bit of it. What I am feeling is a moon-cast shadow of the pain my brothers have endured. So I revel in this pain. I accomplished my goal, and a little pain is a small price to pay. And I'm a complete pussy, so there's that.)
From the "Songs of the '45", a song about the Jacobite Rebellion. The title "Mo Run Gael Og" is Scottish Gaelic for "My Fair Young Love". She's singing about how she will never see him again, as he is off to fight and die at the Battle of Culloden, April 16, 1746. A beautiful song, even in its sadness.
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This is just a channel full of random stuff that has absolutely no real value. So, there, I've warned you. Watching any of this is a waste of your time, and will most likely lower your IQ by several points. It has mine.