Veles, Lelya, Morana, Matador .30.
Dear friends,
We started production of the following guns:
1. EDun Veles, short, caliber .177, walnut or soft-touch grip, right handed, moderator.
2. EDun Veles, standard, caliber .20, walnut or soft-touch grip, weaver base, right handed, moderator.
3. EDun Veles, standard, caliber .22, walnut or soft-touch grip, weaver base, right handed, moderator.
4. EDgun Lelya, walnut stock, caliber .177.
5. EDgun Lelya, walnut stock, caliber .20.
6. EDgun Lelya, walnut stock, caliber .22.
7. EDgun Lelya, walnut stock, caliber .25.
All Veles and Lelya are single shot guns.
1. EDgun Morana, long, cailber .25, walnut stock, multi shot.
2. EDgun Matador, standard, caliber .30, walnut stock, single shot.
3. EDgun Matador, long, caliber .30, walnut stock, single shot.
Expect them to be ready to be delivered in Janury/February (if will be possible make it earlier, we will do it). I will deliver dealers in US only based on their order. So if you ever planned to get some of those guns, contact US dealers and reserve the guns.
Ed
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MTC connect scopes are pretty cool, they have a really large field of veiw
Is there any inside info someone could PM me or post about the pending delivery of the Edgun order, anyone heard anything.
EDIT: Oops, sorry, posted here before reading the adjacent thread….
Has anyone received the Veles? I’m interested to see if the moderator was included.
Well no wonder I couldn’t get high!!! I quit eating them because the stickers made my tongue sore.
Hoot:
Yes, :hoot: sure can cipher, and come up with the most insane ideas:
Peyote doesn’t have stickers. 😛
What I said was Sir Vile was a “Bastard” of the first order!
Vile was conceived in an alley in Turkey. An accident resulting from a five (5) Kroner exchange for “services” by his birth mother for a transient dock worker, who was was employed to scoop rat turds off the walkways between ships.
The dear woman who raised him found him wrapped in tin foil in a wharf garbage can while on her way to visit the sick and tend to the poor. Dear sainted woman, when she first heard his whimpering, thought someone had tossed a puppy into the garbage. When she looked, she realized her mistake and backed up screaming, as she thought he was a wharf rat someone had poisoned and dropped into the trash. It was only when she came closer to look that he spit in her left eye and she realized “it” was human, or something closely resembling one.
Lads…to make a short story long, she took him home, fed him leftovers and assorted kitchen garbage, until he was washed off with a garden hose and given a thorough checkup by a local veterinary. The doctor, when he unwrapped Sir Vile from the newspapers she brought him in, promptly slapped his step mother and told her never to have sex with a monkey again!!!
A happy ending though…Vile’s examination revealed he was mostly human, his father likely being a Bulgarian, and he was given the routine shots for house pets and sent home.
He grew to adulthood, shedding must of the black, curly, body hair he inherited from his father, and embarked on a lifetime journey of having excess teeth pulled, that extra testicle removed, and spent a fortune in “body waxing” to get his face to look normal. He took lessons, studied hard, and converted to “Swedenism” and turned blond. Although he was eventually asked to leave, he even joined a church and sang in the choir. However, there were few sacred songs that required “howling”, as the choir master described Vile’s sole singing note, and was told not to return. Rejected, he became a motocross rider and was twice awarded trophies for being the most wreck inclined rider on the circuit. Later, the government gave him a job in an office just to reduce the load on the national health service from the injuries he caused on the various tracks. Eventually, he drugged his girlfriend and married her in the Liberace Chapel in the brothel district of Stockholm. She bore him two daughters, conceived “in vitro”, as he was banned by law from having sex with humans.
He now lives a quiet life, in seclusion, having raised two beautiful daughters (sperm donor unknown), and spends his time on the two greatest loves in his life, air guns, powder burning guns, and breeding diseased sewer rats which he sells to the local Chinese restaurants.
That’s the story, as I was told, and from old criminal accounts in the Swedish Police Gazette.
Kind regards,
Poor’Ol Uncle Hoot:
It’s Friday night. I get into bed and pick up my iPad to read the latest posts on this web site. I start reading Uncle Hoots post and start laughing out loud. My better half is watching TV next to me and is getting annoyed by my chuckles. She starts inquiring about what the s so funny. The conversation goes like this:
Her – What is so funny?
Me – Nothing, I am just catching up on the latest developments on advances in PCP air guns.
Her – You mean pellet guns.
Me – Yes, sort of.
Her – What in the world can be that funny in the world of PCB guns?
Me – There are some very interesting, unique and creative individuals that post on this web site.
Her – She gives me this look over the top of her reading glasses, shakes her head and goes back to watching TV.
Me – There is this guy named Hoot from Toad Suck Arkensas (she cuts in)
Her – There is a guy you call Hoot from Toad Suck? There is no such place as Toad Suck.
Me – Sure there is. (She picks up her iPad and Googles Toad Suck.)
Her – I guess you are right. I don’t suppose you have a picture of this Hoot guy?
Me – Sure (I hand her my iPad with a close up of the Hoot icon on the screen.)
Her – He looks like Einstein with an attitude. Can I read something this Hoot guy wrote? (I direct her to the post above. She starts reading and begins to laugh so hard she has tears running down her face.
Her – Do you think Mr. Sir Vile is upset with that post.
Me – No. He probably enjoyed it.
Her – (She shakes her head, turns off the TV, and as she reaches to turn off her reading light for the night she says.). If this Hoot guy posts any thing else would you mind sharing it with me?
Me – Sure.
Quit eating those peyote buttons, Mike!!! You’ll get stickers in your tongue.
Hoot:
I got a bunch of 177 in springer’s, Love my 22 Cricket and 25 Cricket, and 25 Marauder its a very good shooting air hog,,, Nothing will temp me except maybe a 30 cal upper 900 FPS magazine gun that will shoot 40 shoots per fill….
I am all ears.
Or I may just be dreaming , Oh its got to shoot a nats eye out at 50 yards…
Mike
Thanks Hoot.. Took care of it..
Warning….the above post is from a phishing site. Don’t open the link…
No, my dear man…
What I said was Sir Vile was a “Bastard” of the first order!
Vile was conceived in an alley in Turkey. An accident resulting from a five (5) Kroner exchange for “services” by his birth mother for a transient dock worker, who was was employed to scoop rat turds off the walkways between ships.
The dear woman who raised him found him wrapped in tin foil in a wharf garbage can while on her way to visit the sick and tend to the poor. Dear sainted woman, when she first heard his whimpering, thought someone had tossed a puppy into the garbage. When she looked, she realized her mistake and backed up screaming, as she thought he was a wharf rat someone had poisoned and dropped into the trash. It was only when she came closer to look that he spit in her left eye and she realized “it” was human, or something closely resembling one.
Lads…to make a short story long, she took him home, fed him leftovers and assorted kitchen garbage, until he was washed off with a garden hose and given a thorough checkup by a local veterinary. The doctor, when he unwrapped Sir Vile from the newspapers she brought him in, promptly slapped his step mother and told her never to have sex with a monkey again!!!
A happy ending though…Vile’s examination revealed he was mostly human, his father likely being a Bulgarian, and he was given the routine shots for house pets and sent home.
He grew to adulthood, shedding must of the black, curly, body hair he inherited from his father, and embarked on a lifetime journey of having excess teeth pulled, that extra testicle removed, and spent a fortune in “body waxing” to get his face to look normal. He took lessons, studied hard, and converted to “Swedenism” and turned blond. Although he was eventually asked to leave, he even joined a church and sang in the choir. However, there were few sacred songs that required “howling”, as the choir master described Vile’s sole singing note, and was told not to return. Rejected, he became a motocross rider and was twice awarded trophies for being the most wreck inclined rider on the circuit. Later, the government gave him a job in an office just to reduce the load on the national health service from the injuries he caused on the various tracks. Eventually, he drugged his girlfriend and married her in the Liberace Chapel in the brothel district of Stockholm. She bore him two daughters, conceived “in vitro”, as he was banned by law from having sex with humans.
He now lives a quiet life, in seclusion, having raised two beautiful daughters (sperm donor unknown), and spends his time on the two greatest loves in his life, air guns, powder burning guns, and breeding diseased sewer rats which he sells to the local Chinese restaurants.
That’s the story, as I was told, and from old criminal accounts in the Swedish Police Gazette.
Kind regards,
Poor’Ol Uncle Hoot:
I thought you said you booted Ville and he moved to Sweden after the maid revealed he was a love child of your affair? :ugeekn:
Did my dear Uncle Hoot reserve anyone of them????
No, my child!
Uncle Hoot had to spend his money on food, cancer medication, depends, eyeglasses, a hearing aid, an artificial knee and his drug addict son.
I’m trying to struggle by with a Daystate Air Ranger .25 caliber. But no mercy or relief for those of us deprived of wealth and influence in this hard world. I may be able to buy a used Leyla later. But only if my wife dies and I can collect some decent insurance. I plan on having her cremated, so I can pick up a few bucks over having a regular funeral.
It takes a hard man to survive hard times.
Regards,
Kindly ‘Ol Uncle Hoot:
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who has made a deposit on this order?
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