-The Ballad of .22 Man
Fellows, do gather and bend me an ear
Hearken this legend that happened quite near;
In the Idaho hills, as Winter expired
‘Twas first told to Michael, a warrior retired
From the lips of a Hero, this legend was told
And never heard Michael a claim quite so bold
Of nerve, and of skill, and small metal can
That attracted the wrath of this sharp-sighted man
As he gazed from his porch, just outside his front door,
He noted the yardage, “Thirty-five-and-half-score.”
Then to arms did he go, as all good heroes do
His hands, they were steady, his aim, it was true
Though his weapon was small, some say almost a toy
He chuckled, “Perhaps… In the hands of a boy.”
He pointed, calling out to his quivering foe,
“You’ve awakened my wrath, and down you shall go!”
Then swiftly and smartly, he pointed his gun,
On account of the range, somewhere close to the sun
He fired his shot, it rang out like a bell
And he knew that he’d punched his foe’s ticket to Hell
To the maidens he turned, with a smile and a wink,
Then four seconds later… a small metal TINK!
And so ends the tale of that dastardly can
And so goes the legend… of .22 Man -Pinned comment with currently 18,000 likes.
22 Man has become a folk hero meme for the firearm community. A tale of good humor, a wild boast, and a genuine attempt.
Well attempted 22 Man, well attempted indeed!
