They eventually found new partners, incorporated, and purchased the land out here at Big Sandy. The shoot originally began as a group of friends looking for a safe and private place to fire machine guns north of Flagstaff, before wearing out their welcome and moving twice, before the partnership fell apart. Many have come for decades at least one guy I talked to had been to every single event over the shoot’s thirty-five-year history. At the fall shoot, I talked with folks from Belgium, Russia, Mexico, the UK, and Australia, to name just a few countries, and nearly every part of America. Shooters, staff, and observers come here from all over the world. Shooters pay $325 for a spot on the firing line observers who aren’t local pay thirty-five dollars at the gate. The Big Sandy Shoot, “the largest machine-gun shoot in the world . . . a uniquely American event,” is held two weekends a year, in March and October, outside Wikieup, Arizona, a remote census-designated place halfway between Vegas and Phoenix on the edge of the Mojave Desert. 50 caliber, the M16, the Smith & Wesson M76 9mm, the MP5, the Uzi, the shorty M16, the Beretta 9mm, the Tantal 5.45x39, the PPSh-41, the Thompson. I would get to fire the World War II–era Browning. ![]() Of the thousands of other guns, though, all laid out on tables and tripods and gun racks, attached to trucks and boats and armored personnel carriers and antiaircraft turrets, pretty much everything would be fired-to spectacular and more than occasionally absurd effect. Mikey, one of the shooters from Arizona Armory (a largely AR-15-oriented gun seller and gunsmith in Phoenix), told me they’d get in trouble if they launched rockets, so they wouldn’t do that, at least not this weekend. The rocket launcher affixed to the top of the Hummer, the very first thing I saw when I got up to the quarter-mile-long firing line, would not be fired, I was assured. This was the Big Sandy Shoot, where, it often seemed, anything went. Sure, why wouldn’t you do that? I thought. Even the guy who had mounted a machine gun along with a giant disco ball on the back of his boat, which he parked on a trailer overlooking a set of hills that had been seeded with sticks of TNT attached to glow sticks so that if you shot one of the glow sticks, it would explode. go fuck yourself.When I was at Big Sandy, it all seemed normal. But as it stands, the way you behave - I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you. Wesley: But I want you to know, if you weren't such a bitch, we'd feel sorry for you. We all know you keep a stash of jelly donuts in the top drawer of your desk. Junior High must've been kind of tough, but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit, Janice. Wesley: She has ONE, SINGLE iota of tenuous power! She thinks she can push everyone around? ![]() Janice: What is this bullshit who's this prick? Some loser gets his head blown off in the Metropolitan. Works well with others? Ha! That's a fucking joke. Fuckin' Popsicle! I still don't have my billing reports, but you've got time to sit there and Google your ass off? Well, I know one thing: you've got your review coming up next week, and I can't wait to start checking me off some big *fucking* *boxes*!
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