I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire forty-eight shots or only forty-seven?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is Joseph Enouy’s eight-cylinder, forty-eight-shot percussion revolver, the most unwieldy handgun in the world, but would still blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?
Here's a bit more info about the gun:
The Enouy revolver was a design patented by Joseph Enouy of Middlesex, England, who received British patent #1359 in 1855. The basic revolver was based on a transitional revolver design made by Charles Osborne in 1845. The innovative part of Enouy's design was the compound magazine design. In this particular example, each revolver cylinder is capable of holding 6 shots and there are 8 different revolver cylinders attached to the compound magazine wheel, thereby giving this weapon a capacity of 48 shots.
As you may have guessed, this weapon is very heavy, unbalanced and unwieldy at the same time. Due to the magazine wheel in front, the user can't carry this revolver is his pocket or in a holster either. This firearm design was not a success and Joseph Enouy didn't seem to manufacture many of them either. In fact, most of the pictures of this firearm available on the web are from one particular revolver made by Enouy, which was once owned by a Mr. Vokes. As there are no records of this revolver being manufactured and sold commercially, it is possible that the above example is literally the only one that was ever made. It is fortunate that we have a record of Mr. Enouy's patent application available. Source
So I shouldn't glue eight iPads together ...
Don't let the past stop you.
Time out everyone, I gotta reload!
these are something in the similar context if anyone else is interested.
That's like the definition of 'classic Eastwood'
thanks. wow that was good.
They had Gatling guns by then...so it wouldn't be cutting edge
How much does that bad boy weigh?? Does it come on a tripod?
"Burly Detective: What do ya think, a gang hit, screwed-up drug score, unlucky John, or an unhappy love affair? Huh? Don't tell me this shit's gettin' to ya. Not Harry Callahan. Say it ain't so.
Harry Callahan: No, this stuff isn't gettin' to me. The knifings, the beatings, old ladies being bashed in the head for their Social Security checks, teachers being thrown out of a fourth-floor window because they don't give As, that doesn't bother me a bit.
Burly Detective: Come on, Harry. Take it easy.
Harry Callahan: Or this job, either. Having to wade through the scum of this city, being swept away by bigger and bigger waves of corruption, apathy and red tape. Nah, that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me?
Burly Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: You know what makes me really sick to my stomach?
Burly Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: Is watching you stuff your face with those hot dogs. Nobody, I mean NOBODY puts ketchup on a hot dog."
He should have engineered this into a mounted rifle. Accurate, long distance, rapid fire and a mid-19th century would have been incredibly effective.