This years must have for the .270 owner ...

The 270 champ Jack O’Conner,
Preferred Creedmoor (to his families dishonour),
The creed shot so flat,
‘Dang it, I’ll eat my hat’
‘Cause that classic old round is a goner’
 
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Holy shmoly, getting flashbacks to being physically assaulted for those toecaps not being mirrored enough and/or the rest of the leather not being smoothed out enough by red hot spoons 🤣 that’ll be why I’m a 7.62mm man albeit in .308 flavour these days 😉😂👍

Ps great thread, much fun 👍
What's with these 7.62mm jobbies the mighty .303 was good enough for some of us.(plus a Sterling of course).
 
A stalker from somewhere in Powys
regaled us with stories of prowess,
but when his Creedmoor
put a deer on the floor
the carcass was always a mess.
 
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
For the Woke & Trans the creed moore is just for you. :love:

In the days of plenty, all men wanted a .270
but for those who hair is some what thin and many not so slim

they just want to save face and really felt quite out of place
but all was not lost and put in for a slot then found to
their cost a creed moore was not worth a toss
boom boom
 
A fine Farmer from North Wales appeared,
he was famed for a most fantastic beard,
not much did he crave as he returned to his cave,
but no TV and the gloom made him bark at the moon.
One night as he peed he thought "should I get a Creed?" as at least that allows me to sit down :lol:

That cave is the home of a man
with a beard and an all-over tan.
There's trophies galore
and skins on the floor,
and a head boiling out in a pan.

But of stalking he hasn't a clue!
Just pretends that he knows what to do!
.270 in hand
he strides through the land,
in search of an elk or a gnu.
 
A stalker from somewhere in Powys
regaled us with stories of prowess,
but when his Creedmoor
put a deer on the floor
the carcass was always a mess.
:lol: And lets be clear ... my prowess is nothing of note ... and how dare you suggest my mighty creed makes a mess :lol:👍
 
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That cave is the home of a man
with a beard and an all-over tan.
There's trophies galore
and skins on the floor,
and a head boiling out in a pan.

But of stalking he hasn't a clue!
Just pretends that he knows what to do!
.270 in hand
he strides through the land,
in search of an elk or a gnu.
Glad you pulled it back to something that was a little less offensive then the other Tim (and a lot more creative) :lol:👍
 
In days of old when knights were bold
And proper rifles were used to shoot deer.
Then came the Gaymoor gun
Complete with man bun
That made men totally queer. 😉
 
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