Unicorn season opens tomorrow! And, of course, to hunt this legendary and mythical creature, one must employ a legendary and mythical firearm. And what better choice than the elusive Hi-Point that my sisterâ€™s brother-in-lawâ€™s postmanâ€™s next-door-neighborâ€™s pastorâ€™s milk-man heard about on Maury Povich? You know: the one that brought down the twin towers? Yeah, that one. The one that blew up, throwing the remnants of a fragmenting slide backward into the craniums of fourteen bystanders? One by one? While each waited in turn? Yeah, that one. I found it, and bought it. And Iâ€™m heading out, in pre-dawn frost, to take my place in a candy-cane blind, overlooking Sugar Candy Mountain, waiting, in silent anticipation, for that unicorn. ========== OK: backing up a bit: I thnk that this 995 was owned by a reloader who was distracted, while measuring powder, by a phone call and a wee dram of Old Grandad.