So someone pulls a rifle on you, and you have time to fetch a sledgehammer before they have a chance to blow your brains out? Where in hell do these fellows keep their sledgehammers? I keep mine in the garage. So they're in the living room, arguing about the toilet paper, when the deceased pulls a gun on his roomie, who then says, "Hold that thought a moment. I need to go out into the garage and find that sledgehammer." And then, after you've beaten this guy for a while with the sledgehammer, what makes you decide to switch to the claw hammer? Was it giving him a blister?
Doug
Doug