Now I tool around listening to Miss GPS tell me where to go and feeling part of the 21st century. I knew it was time to crash through the next technology barrier and buy a PAR. However, there was the issue of Fuddhood (Fuddship? Fudd-dom?) to deal with. "Fudd" is what younger shooters who are devoted to ARs call people like me, who can take these guns or leave them. It comes from Elmer Fudd, who stumbles around the woods being f***ed over by Bugs Bunny, and occasionally blurting out, "You wicked wascal wabbit!"
(A side note: Elmer Fudd has a speech impediment, and when Bugs made his screen debut in 1940, we tended to make fun of such things. If Elmer had trouble with his "R"s today, his creator would be in trouble with several government agencies and the target of numerous whopping lawsuits. But I digress.)