[Normy]

My MAK-90.

When I was a kid growing up in Michigan, my parents house was surrounded by farm fields. My mom didn't care if I shot the BB gun or the .22 around the house at squirrels or birds, but she got pissed when I brought out the .410. My dad bought me a .22 WMR Marlin rifle when I was 15, and that was my favorite rifle for a while. While me and my 15 year old friends tramped through the woods of Bedford Township, Michigan, and shared a BEER that we stole from one of our parents refrigerators....I remember thinking that I wanted an AK-47. The Russian standard weapon seemed uglier and more purposeful than our countries M-16. Since my family came from eastern Europe, I also felt a [stupid] attraction to this weapon.

Fast forward to 1995; Billy Bob Clinton wants to ban guns. Hello! I buy two assault rifles, both of which I still own: An SKS, and a MAK-90. The MAK is my favorite gun! It is so simple I cannot believe it. I field strip and clean it every couple of months, and the simplicity yet effectiveness of this device astounds me!

THAT thing packs a whallop! There was an abandoned farm house near me, the only thing left was a cellar in the middle of a corn field, and hundreds of terra cotta pots. We used to take all our guns back there and shoot them for practice, the whole neighborhood, because this place was literally 1/2 mile from the nearest road or house. The .410 made only marks on the clay pipes, or barely knocked them over. The average .22 long did nothing. My .22 WMR made a crack on the pipes.

But that Mak 90? This gun blew them to smithereens, and you had to duck from the flying clay 75 feet in BACK of the whole thing!

I like the ruggedness, I like the power, and I like the way it looks.

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