Your Privacy Choices
There are many good ways to flex on people at the range or on social media. You may choose to show off night vision equipment like TFB writer Nick, mountainous piles of suppressors like Editor-in-Chief Pete, or reveal an alarming amount of thigh meat like short shorts aficionado and town drunk TFBTV ringleader, James. A more common firearms flex, however, is simply to use nice guns. Custom Glocks? Classic. A SCAR Heavy in 6.5 Creed? Not cheap. A Barrett fifty-cal? Head-turning. But consider a bit more flashy option…
Seems like quite a bargain, but that $12.99 shipping might be a deal-breaker.
None of these would compare, however, to a truly top-tier power move: cutting loose with an actual Gatling gun. And now thanks to the mad lads over at RKGuns, you can own your own personal Colt 1877 Bulldog for the low, low price of sixty grand. For those of you keeping score at home, that’s roughly equivalent to 120 Glocks, 40 Daniel Defense ARs, or a literal boatload of Mosin Nagants.
“You’ve yeed your last haw.”
-The guy turning the handcrank, probably.
Is this five-barrelled beast worth the price, you may ask? You’re damn right it is. It’s a freaking Gatling Gun. But for those of you who need more proof – for some strange reason – let’s examine the particulars of what this golden Gatling goddess brings to the table.
Colt 1877 “Bulldog” Gatling Gun
Product Features:
- Museum Quality
- Fully Operational
- Built To Original Size
- 45-70 Government Caliber
- Fires Up To 800 Rounds Per Minute
- Five Fully Brass Encased Direct Drive Barrels
- Beautiful Brass and Iron Tripod
- Walnut Stained Hard Wood Tripod Legs
- V-Notch Rear Sight, Graduated To 1,000 Yards
- Includes Deluxe Transit Chests, Tools and Accessories
- Limited One Year Warranty On All Parts and Labor
- Made In The U.S.A.
Shout out to these intrepid reviewers, whose gems are found at the bottom of the product page.
Bonus points: you could mount it on the caboose of a wild west train and fend off a band of marauding outlaws, or in the hay loft of your barn for when those pesky cattle rustlers come a-hootin’ and hollerin’ onto your farmstead. A pile of brass and some tinnitus later, and those ruffians will think twice about messing with the new sheriff in town, and his rootin’-tootin’ Gatling Gun, ever again. See you at the range!
