Firearm enthusiasts

[frrb]

Nice! All completely and utterly illegal in the UK though! Where you based?


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I'm in Switzerland but not Swiss.

semi auto you need a licence, full auto possible but a special licence, same for a carry licence.

Bolt action rifles no licence needed just a criminal report.

A large amount of ammunition but at a great price so hard to refuse. Last time I bought 10,000 9mm rounds and the discount compared to a single 1000 box paid for my Glock 17.

As a civilian you can do a master course with the army and they will lend you a fully automatic rifle.. The black one above but you are not allowed to select full auto, the trust is there and built into Swiss society...


The missus is complaining the rifles are taking up her wardrobe space [emoji1787]

[PeeJay]

Wardrobe space! They're not in a gun cabinet?

[frrb]

A rifle safe delivery today. Even with stocks removed they won't go In the pistol safe for now. Swiss law says "secured" that can mean a glass IKEA cabinet if you so wish or a locked room door

Mechanisms are removed and In the safe for now.

[PeeJay]

A rifle safe delivery today. Even with stocks removed they won't go In the pistol safe for now. Swiss law says "secured" that can mean a glass IKEA cabinet if you so wish or a locked room door

Mechanisms are removed and In the safe for now.

Now that's scary. I'm guessing burglary rates are low in Switzerland

[frrb]

Yep very low except in the border areas with France. Our house has internal steel doors and steel frames throughout so I don't have much concern tbh

[grumpybaldy]

Forgive me a hijacking the thread with a bit of a shaggy dog story, but this reminds me of a New Year's eve I spent in Switzerland when my brother and his family lived near Basel. Our experience of the Swiss up to then had been their aching conformity and adherence to the plethora of rules and regulations by which they seem to live, for everything from recycling (mind you, we've go that now) to how to cross the road. On our visits we had never seen any violence, road rage, drunks in the street, arguments etc (the sort of everyday things that make our towns and cities such a joy now).

We joined them en famille that day and had a good meal in a local restaurant. We then returned to the respectable middle-class housing estate on the edge of the town where they lived. Everything was quiet: no people, no dogs, no music or TVs; no cars, even no lights visible in the houses. We had a couple of drinks and then, at about a quarter to midnight, by brother said we should all get our coats on and go outside to 'see the show'. So we wrapped-up and walked to the end of the road - still like a ghost town - and stood in a snowy field. The silence was complete. Just us and the beautiful starry sky. But where (and what) was the show?

Then - at precisely 23.55 (this is Switzerland, remember) the doors of (it seemed) all the houses on the estate were flung open and (again, it seemed) hundreds of people, young and old, spilled out and made for the field. Everyone was laughing and smiling and making noise (these people were Swiss, for goodness sake!). Then we heard a church bell begin to chime and everyone joined in the countdown to New Year (in the various Swiss languages, obviously).

Then, at the stroke of twelve...the most incredible fireworks display! Incredible not for its scale or spectacle, but for its danger. People took all sorts of fireworks out of bags and from under their coats and started setting them off wherever they were standing. There were people firing rockets from their hands or resting on the shoulders of their friends, others holding whirling, screaming, sparking Catherine Wheels, others throwing fireworks with abandon. Things of every colour and size were exploding everywhere and shooting-off in every direction. Ever one was going wild, screaming and shouting, the fireworks exploding - who knows, [MENTION=13463147]frrb[/MENTION] might have been there with his Kalashnikov, but no one would have noticed!

Then - and this is what makes it so Swiss - at, again, precisely 00.10, everything stopped; the crowd fell quiet save for some murmurings and the odd laugh, and wandered out of the field, along the road and into their houses. No one was left except for us. There was no noise, no dogs, no lights - nothing. I really thought we might have dreamt it. But, rather, I think what we witnessed was perhaps the 10 minutes every year when the Swiss let their hair down - in the dead of night when the bureaucrats are fast asleep. Good luck to them. Until next year...

PS My brother lives in Luxembourg now -I suspect they sit even higher up the 'boring table', but it might make for an even better New Year...

[frrb]

Haha yep I can relate to that, they are very firm believers of self responsibility so moments of apparent madness and normal [emoji4]