You see, I got that big ski I call my foot hung up on the peg behind that big ski Doc calls a foot and as I was aimed downhill...you can see where this is going. Despite a valient attempt, I landed on the side of the path and scratched my FA .475 on a big rock. I was sick about that! I went on and headshot the groundhog and then sprung on him what I was carrying for a belt gun.
I called Stephanie at Freedom Arms after I got back home and the fine folks out there got it looking as good as new.
The real purpose of the seatbelts is for Doc, he just hates it when I show him what that four-wheeler is capable of doing.
