Canadian, sn*per (2024)

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Rank, according to the Queen's

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Please sign and collect your

salary at the quartermaster's window #13.

Thank you for your service. Have a great day.

Do you follow hockey?

Have you seen the playoffs?

I thought the Canucks

would go all the way this year,

But they always fail, don't they?

I had both of the Seddin twins in

my playoff pool this year and everything.

Just when you think it's going to

going to be this year, they fail.

It's not the players'

fault. It's the management.

Good coffee.

Year after year they are born and live and die,

without any intelligent

eye can see their beauty.

An apparent waste of beauty.

On the one hand, it seems,

that such exquisite creatures

should be able to live their lives

and show their beauty in these

wild, inhospitable areas.

On the other hand, this reflection should

reflection should tell us,

that not all living things

are made for man.

Really good coffee.

I knew it.

What can I do for you, my friend?

Can I see it?

Yes, of course.

That's a nice 306 you have there.

It's the Patriots'

conventional pressure feeding,

front locking, two-stage trigger

with 90-degree bolt lift.

The bottom part is machined

bar steel and the recoil pad

is a heavy steel disk that is

inserted between the shaft and the barrel.

The recessed breech face plus the

flat, non-tapered at each end of the barrel

and the front receiver ring makes up

Weatherbys' three steel rings.

Have you heard of Weatherbys?

You have. That's good.

Then you'll understand how all these factors

contribute to the trigger's great strength.

The bolt housing is precisely machined.

The charging port and gate are relatively small, with

A stiffer shaft and shorter breech

base, but slower reloading.

But the magazine mechanism makes

charging and recharging a breeze.

And then there's the patented

Lightning Bolt Action trigger.

If you are more interested in

a Winchester 70,

-we can start talking.

-I'll take this one.

I bought it at an estate sale. It's a

is a hell of a scrap job.

It's a Remington 700 and 308 with

quick lock, Accu-trigger and a heavy barrel.

-Yes, that's it.

-I'll get it.

All right, man. Cash only.

-Are you going hunting?

-sh**t on target.

You also get a nice holster

for all your new toys.

I just got some bipods in.

They're great if you want support.

You have to sh**t on target, right?

Then you need some goals.

Wait there, I have zombies.

Wait for them. Bin Laden.

And Zombie Bin Laden.

That's my favorite.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, buddy.

Thought that was you.

When did you get back?

Not so long ago.

-How was Trashganistan this time?

-Fine, I think.

It doesn't change much there, does it?

No, it doesn't.

Probably not.

Maybe.

I heard about your shot in Tora Bora.

Two and a half kilometers.

It's really something!

You should be proud.

It was a perfect day for sh**ting.

How is your father? I haven't

seen much of him in the Legion.

Legions?

He says they're a bunch of "cowardly blue helmets",

who have never fired a shot.

It sounds like something he would say.

Are you going hunting?

Yes, I'm going hunting.

-Fine. The old cabin?

-Presumably.

I've gotten a complaint

about somebody sh**ting moose up there.

-I've heard that.

-Thank you.

Nice talking to you, Sheriff.

It's going to be fun. Good luck to you.

Good coffee.

What is it like? In the army.

Dust.

You don't remember me, do you?

-No.

-I went to high school with you.

Do you want to go dancing?

Can I ask you a question?

What were you doing over there?

-I was mostly waiting.

-Waiting for what?

-Words.

-Have you k*lled someone?

-Yes.

-How many? -How many?

We don't count.

-I protected the good guys from the bad guys.

-How do you know they're bad?

There are no good ones on the other

side. It's easier that way.

Why did you come back? Why here?

I went to the city... didn't like it.

Too much noise.

Anywhere but here.

And that was my life's ambition.

Wallis' feelings on

discovering such wonders

must surely be reflected by all of us,

who followed him. This is what he wrote.

"I thought about the past where

the successful generations

of beauties who lived their lives

year after year, were born and lived and

died in the middle of these dark, gloomy forests.

With no intelligent eye to

look at their beauty, after

by all accounts, such a lack

and waste of beauty.

On the one hand, it seems to have been

so that these unique creatures

should live life and show their beauty

specifically in these wildly inhospitable regions.

This consideration must

surely tell us,

that all living things are not

created for humans.

Many of them don't have

any relationship with us.

Their happiness and joy,

their love and their hate,

their struggle for existence, their

vigorous life and early death

seems to be immediately linked to

for their own well-being

and their own growth on their own.

Truth be told.

Excellent coffee.

Good day!

Good morning, everyone.

f*cking French as*h*le.

-The early bird got its catch.

-That's not bad.

It's a big one.

Thank you.

-How far away were you?

-Approximately 600 meters.

What is it in yards?

About the same.

600 meters. Bullshit.

-How many shots?

-One. -One. You only get one.

Canadians don't like to waste shots.

-You should buy one of these.

-Yeah.

You just set it up and...

It won't slip away,

when sh**ting standing up.

It doesn't seem like a big challenge.

Who wants a challenge?

I want a trophy.

With all due respect, you're on a whitetail hunt.

If you're looking for a challenge,

I'd like to see you take down a moose

in one shot with that r*fle you have.

Moose are not in hunting season.

Have a nice walk in the woods.

600 meters.

You can't k*ll anything at 600 meters.

Who cares about that?

It's a f*cking frog.

I tried to use it myself.

I'm afraid that sucks.

-That's the first part.

-On the tree, yes.

Super nice.

-We have received a report of an accident.

-Yes, a deer.

I called for the tow truck. It will

take some time to get from Temiskaming.

It's a deep cut.

I live nearby. I'll get the bandage.

-Let's get something to drink.

-I don't really drink.

Neither do I. Do you like tea?

Tea, yes. That sounds good.

Can you operate a turntable?

Make yourself useful.

Better than your dad's moonshine, right?

You'd think that after all these years

years he would have learned to do it right.

Or just give up.

He tries.

I guess it keeps him going,

when he's no longer working on the farm.

-He never liked that farm.

-Yeah?

It was your mother's dream.

After the last trip, she made him

him to come back and

trying to make a living

on your grandfather's old farm.

He wasn't too keen on that.

You stayed over there. Why did you stay over there?

There was a lot of action in

Indochina at the time.

I got a job as a security guard.

The pay was good.

I met a girl.

Coming home meant playing

hockey or working at the factory.

That's why we left in the first place.

We were just kids.

Joining the army was

our ticket out of here.

That's what I thought at the time.

Vietnam.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Anywhere but here.

He looks like your dad when we were in the jungle.

He lost 10 pounds,

every time we patrolled.

He also loved to hunt

Vietcong in the tunnels.

The tunnels?

Is it true?

But Dad is terrified of the dark.

He looked like a muddy rat down there.

-Who was the best sh**ter?

-Me or your dad?

-Yes.

-Depends on what you mean by better.

At the sh**ting range, I always hit the target perfectly.

But your father...

He was better when it really mattered.

He could take out a Vietcong.

Boom... Like turning off a light.

He didn't win that medal for nothing.

Yes, I know, I know.

Why did you come back?

I was done being a foreigner.

I heard the town needed a sheriff.

a sheriff, and the rest is history.

-It's calm. Good fishing, good hunting.

-You don't go hunting.

Not anymore. It's too easy.

They don't sh**t back.

The ability of mammals to use food to

heat the body. We are warm-blooded.

And the reason why it belongs

more at home up here than I do,

is that it has more of the other

mammalian trait, hair, than I do.

Its body is insulated with fur.

Warm-bloodedness is a factor that made

mammals to be prepared.

Dad!

Father?

Hello?

-Are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

I have some bad news. It's your father.

They found him this morning in the house.

He's dead.

They need you in town

to organize the funeral.

I'll get my bag.

How was the cabin?

How long were you up there?

I don't know about that.

It feels like a long time.

How did the hunt go?

-The hunt?

-Yes.

Did you get something memorable?

Anything memorable? Uh, no.

-Are you sure you're okay?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Losing someone is never easy.

Anyone. Even when you're prepared.

Why did you join the army?

For my father's sake...

...a little.

I just wanted to be good. Best at something.

You're only good at one thing in life.

That sounds like something your dad would say.

You were an exceptional soldier.

Your father was proud.

I never got the chance to ask.

He talked about you all the time.

"My son, the hero."

Oh, yeah? Did he speak?

We never spoke to each other.