| I wanted to give you a heads up of something the National Gun Owners Association is releasing in the next few days... But thought you'd enjoy the heads-up before it's released... It's a G700 LED Flashlight..! This picture does more justice for the flashlight than any words I can put down on paper..! (see image below)
They just received their shipment around an hour ago which is the reason for the e-mail. Last year - they sold their entire stock in 2 days! Don't miss out on this rare opportunity! Click here to claim your G700 Flashlight! PS. If you reply to this email two days from now telling me they are all gone and asking how to get one - don't be mad when I tell you,.. you'll have to wait till next year! |
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