On a cold day in November, you're gonna pull a bullet out of your bag and load it into your gun. Before you drop it in though, someone in camp is going to ask, "Hey, what kind of bullet is that?" You'll say, "A Crusher." And when you're back at camp, meat hung, drinking a warm cup of coffee, reminiscing...they'll be chasing a blood trail wishing they had started the day with "A Crusher."
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