Zac Brown Band is an American country music band based in Atlanta, Georgia, on the Southern Ground Artists label. The lineup consists of Zac Brown (lead vocals, guitar), Jimmy De Martini (fiddle, vocals), John Driskell Hopkins (bass guitar, guitar, baritone guitar, banjo, ukulele, upright bass, vocals), Coy Bowles (guitar, keyboards), Chris Fryar (drums), Clay Cook (guitar, keyboards, mandolin, steel guitar, vocals), Matt Mangano (bass guitar), and Daniel de los Reyes (percussion).
Lage Manufacturing has been working on this for some time now, and after a few years of development and field testing they have finished their final product. Due to the costly process Lage Manufacturing used to produce this single weapon, they will not be making any for commercial use.
The M-41A pulse rifle is actually not a rifle at all, but a sub-machine gun that is chambered in 9mm, and a short barreled 12 gauge shotgun made to imitate the famous rifle from the Alien movie franchise. The sub-machine gun components of the M-41A are made up of a NFA registered SWD M11/9 with an Anthony Smith styled Suomi (Thompson) upper receiver and a non-modified M11/9 lower receiver. As for the under slung shotgun component, it is an NFA registered Remington 870 AOW/SBR.
An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog along an unfamiliar road. The cowboy was enjoying the new scenery when he suddenly remembered dying and realized the dog beside him had been dead for years as had his horse. Confused, he wondered what was happening and where the trail was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill it was broken by a tall arch topped by a golden letter “H” that glowed in the sunlight. Standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl and the road that led to the gate looked like gold.
He rode toward the gate and as he got close he saw a man at a desk to one side. Parched and tired out by his journey he called out;
“Excuse me, where are we?” “This is Heaven sir”, the man answered.
“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?”, the man asked. “Of course sir, come right in and I’ll have some ice water brought right up”.
As the gate began to open the cowboy asked, “can I bring my partners too?” “I am sorry sir but we don’t accept pets”.
The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.
After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed. As he approached the gate he saw a man inside leaning against a tree and reading a book.
“Excuse me,”, he called to the man. “Do you have any water?” “Sure, there’s a pump right over there, help yourself.”
“How about my friends here?”, the traveler gestured to the dog and his horse. “Of course!, they look thirsty too,” said the man.
The trio went through the gate and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it. The traveler filled a cup and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog. When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the tree;
“What do you call this place?”, the traveler asked. “This is Heaven”, he answered.
“That’s confusing”, the traveler said. “The man down the road said that was Heaven too”.
“Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold road and fake pearly gates?, that’s hell.”
“Doesn’t it make you angry when they use your name like that?” “Not at all. Actually, we’re happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind…”