Yep, you read that title correctly, I, yours truely was playing with a spear gun in my office one afteroon before lunch. For those of you who have never had the pleasure of viewing one or holding one within the grasps of your hands let me tell you, it feels pretty freakin cool. Knowing that with the touch of a button you can end the life of an animal thats charging at you while you invade its habitat. Or of course, the ability to shoot it in the warehouse and pray that you go not shoot youreself while screwing around in the warhouse.
I had the opportunity for the latter. I walked toward the open warehouse door facing the tree and grassy knoll area. With JC looking on from 40 feet behind me crouched behind a door. I fired what I thought would be a fatal blow into the palm tree. I was immediatly wrong. The spear was teathered to the gun with what I figured was a decent amount... then I fired the gun and as quickly as it was fired I noticed it flying back towards me. I did what any former division I athlete would have done, jumped the fuck out of the way and thanked God that I did not have a spear inside my knee.
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