Earlier this year, every member of the firearms community received sad news: The end of the Knob Creek Machinegun Shoot. A Semi-annual shit show involving high-priced vendors rented machine guns, and stinky rednecks, all gathered around a range that’s cut into a valley dedicated to nothing but showing off the awesome power of Class 3 holders and their registered machineguns. It’s been a tradition of mine to go every year, each shoot, and it was with bated breath that we all waited this year to hear if it had been canceled due to the coof or not. Instead, we were told that this was it, the last shebang. Citing age and insurance costs, the range owner had announced that the shoot was ending. So with a pang in my heart and a wallet full of cash, it was time to see off the show I’d been going to since I was but a child. I had three goals; buy something fun, shooting something stupid, and get some great shots. I accomplished maybe one and a half of these goals, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.
To the members of Knob Creek who have put on one of the greatest shows this side of the country, I sincerely thank you. To the massive crowd of people who were there to be nothing but rude and get in the way of everyone while holding up their cellphones to block every lane of attack on the range, I hope you drop that fucker on the ground and it shatters, and to the Kentucky Transportation Cabinet, I curse you and your dogshit roads. Seriously, fix your highways.

Keep on Keeping on,
KM