No word in the story as to whether the five lads always use their .50 calibre on whales, or whether they ever go out just to shoot off a few rounds, or maybe whack some pesky herring gulls:
RattatatatatatatataatatatatatatatataBuddabuddabuddabudd
abuddabuddaRattatatatatatataatatatatatatatataBuddabudda
buddabuddabuddabuddaRattatatatatatatatatatatatatatat
ataBuddabuddabuddabuddabuddabuddaRattatatatatat
atataatatatatatatatataBuddabuddabuddabuddabuddabudda!!!!!
And I hope the boyz didn't go back to their long-house and cover themselves in chalk afterwards as part of some kind of hunting ceremony, because I think employing a machine gun under such circumstances might be considered demeaning to the ritual.
On the upside, as a White Liberal, I suddenly feel a lot less guilty about my dad, his army buddies, and their "C4 Lures".
PS. For a good local commentary on the incident, go here.

Gone Fishin