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I was reading this cartoon, and was thinking that if I needed to call my wife or my daughter or my friend or whatever and I did not have my phone with all those people in the contact list, I was SOL. Back in the long ago time, when everyone had a landline, you could call 411 and the operator would look the number up for you. And unless the person you was looking for had paid extra to have an unlisted number, the operator would tell you what it was. Then they would offer to dial it for you for another 50 cents. Do they have anything like that now, for cell phones? I'm unaware of such a thing, but there's a lot of stuff out there that "I didn't know they did that".

What is that logo. I can't make it out

I don’t think it is a big issue, but I do think it’s a minor one easily fixed by allowing starting on either side, or sweep one way, then the other.

I suspect cost is a big issue for bringing in new shooters. It's part of why I don't particularly try to talk people into joining CAS. CAS is probably the most expensive shooting sport to get started in. I still can't believe what powder and primers cost right now... Gun prices for CAS guns are up too and it more or less requires 4 guns. This could become a whole fight on here... https://youtube.com/shorts/7hX99xq0jpY

If that is the style of push through you want, go for it, and I hope you find one. Just thought I would mention the Star in case you hadn't considered it, as it makes a great push though sizer, is easier to get, and can even use a bullet feeder.

Brookfield CAS in Masury, Ohio! Saturday May 11, 2024 Howdy Friends! The Shenango River Rats will be shooting on Saturday May 11, 2024, at the Brookfield Conservation Club in Masury, Ohio. Doors and gates will open at 8:00 am. Registration and sign-in is at 9:00 am. The match starts at 10:00 am after the Pledge of Allegiance and a brief safety meeting. Tons of fun at last year’s prices! Donuts and coffee in the morning! Water is supplied by the club. Five fun-filled stages of jollification and merriment! Bring all the cowboy guns! Bring plenty of shotgun shells! It will be good to be outdoors again! Visitors and spectators are always welcome at our CAS matches. Please wear adequate hearing protection, plugs or muffs, and wear adequate eye protection such as good shooting or safety glasses. It is mandatory. That’s Saturday May 11, 2024 at the Brookfield Conservation Club. Come join us for some more outdoor fun at the range! We hope to see you there! All the best, Slow Mo Dern and all the Shenango River Rats

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And then there is #36. What you don’t remember the one about Titanic’s cargo? 12,000 jars of Hellmans?

I like their attention to detail. Mine trusts me to take mine I guess since no call but they do asked me when I am taking back into a room and if I had forgotten they give me 4 right then and I have to wait an hour before they will work on me. TM

If anyone can spare a few or a box of new 12 gauge brass hulls in 2 1/2 I would be a buyer. Just getting started with black powder and I can not find any available on line.

We used aluminum foil on the wall as an antenna.

Still hoping someone might come thru on this. Macon

I never considered my birthday to be an "important" day. Good excuse for a party if it was convenient for friends and family, otherwise not a big deal. My father was a twin, so the two families always got together for a dinner on their birthday, except when they were in Europe in 1944-45. My daughter's birthday is a week after mine. We normally celebrate together, and look forward to it. But don't forget your wife's birthday. Did that years ago. Never again.

Total Shooter M7 Category Matches Counted RP Groundhog Cowboy 2 2 Fast Eddie Elder Statesman 1 2 Cotton Mouth Cole Senior 1 3 Arcadia Outlaw Senior 2 4 Midwest Hale Cowgirl 2 5 Copperhead Joe Senior 2 5 Santa Fe River Stan Cowboy 1 5 Roy L. Pain Duelist 2 7 Wabash Valley Slim Cowboy 1 7 Captain Bill Burt Senior 2 9 Purly Cattle Barron 1 10 Dodge City Dixie Lady Senior 1 12 Leadfoot Luke Gunfighter/AAC 2 13 Tuco Forsyth Cowboy 1 14 Randy Saint Eagle Duelist 2 15 Reno Mustang GF 1 16 Christian Mortician Cowboy 2 20 Shelleen Senior 3 22 Tin Can Sailor Senior 3 22 Preacherman GF 3 25 Hey Sugar Lady Senior 2 25 Justified FC 1 26 Cat A. Tonic Cowgirl 2 28 Brazos Belle Ladies Senior 3 29 Midnight Rider FC 1 29 Badlands Bob GF 3 31 Mister Badly Outlaw 1 31 TN Tombstone Outlaw 2 33 Tyrel Cody FC 2 34 Trail Bandit Cattle Barron 2 35 Max Payne Cattle Baron 2 36 Scarlett AACG/LGF 2 36 Cahawba Kid FC 1 36 Ophelia Payne Ladies Senior 2 37 Uncle Ethan GF 2 37 Lucky Lead Pepper Duelist 2 39 Crooked Bullet Frontier Cartridge 3 40 Crawdaddy Elder Statesman 2 40 English Tom Senior 2 41 Pecos Pete Cattle Baron 2 45 Lawman Mark FC 2 47 Krazy Kajun FC/AAC 3 48 Gunnby LGF/AACG 2 50 Jimmie Gunnfighter FC/AAC 2 53 Smart * Outlaw 2 57 Carolina Yankee Senior 3 73 Delta Glen Cowboy 1 6 Yohan Senior 0 Whiskey Creek Johnson Outlaw 0 Koda Joe Gunfighter 0

My wife and I were married on her birthday and It was her Grandparents Golden Wedding Anniversary, my Grandfather's and Great Grandfather's birthday too. The 20th of October is a very special day for us. Oh....and this year we will celebrate our 60th anniversary!

My dentist won't do any work on me if I havn't taken my antibiotics. They actually call me about 2 hours before my appointment to remind me.

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IMO, that's a right handed preferential stage setup. For a lefty using a crossdraw, they would have to move backwards to be able to draw a crossdraw pistol as they moved to that position, whereas, if you let them start on the pistols they're facing forward for the entire stage, just as you are, starting on the left. But, note, either direction is problematic for the shooter that only shoots from an isosceles stance (both feet equidistant from the firing line).

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BERSERKER I felt the bullet hit. It felt like I'd just been puched, hard, deep. I did not care. This was my war and I was going to kill. My wife lay behind me with a knife hilt deep under her collar bone. The fleeing felon, the escaped prisoner who'd decked my deputy and taken his gun, the prisoner who'd twisted out of one handcuff and left a good lawman fighting for his life, turned and extended his arm at me and sprayed a desperate burst from the same sidearm I'd personally issued a good man. He hit me once and then I hit him. I grabbed hand and gun and all and I heard someone screaming and the voice was distant and it sounded like a Texas longhorn on an attack run and part of me realized it was me and I felt bone splinter as I twisted that arm and tore it out of joint and I grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard as I hauled him overhead and I SLAMMED him down against cold pavement and I recht down and grabbed belt and collar and hauled him up and SLAMMED him down again and I stomped my boot hard down between his shoulder blades and I grabbed that gun and I dropped the magazine and locked back the slide and spun it towards the first uniform I saw and I took off running. I saw the one that stabbed my wife, my Shelly, the MURDERING SON OF SATAN HIMSELF THAT JUST KILLED MY WIFE AND I'M GOING TO KILL HIM and he turned as I got to him and slashed with that same knife he'd just drove in under Shelly's collarbone and I felt steel scrape against my cheek bone and I had him and I heard that screaming again and some part of me realized that was me screaming and I hauled him off the ground and I had him by the throat and I felt it crush under my grip as I hauled him overhead and SLAMMED him down and he hit the ground and I dropped my knees onto his shoulders and I grabbed his eyelids and held his eyes wide open and I SCREAMED in his face NOBODY KILLS MY WIFE and I felt him shiver and fight to breathe and I screamed at him again and I saw the light go out in his eyes and he was gone and the last thing that murdering son of Perdition saw was the face of the man that sent him to HELL! I reared back, I turned, I launched back toward Shelly. Her father was bent over her. I pulled out my lockback, snapped it open, shoved him aside, SLAMMED my hand and my knife crosswise on that bloody wound. Shelly looked up at me and she was pale and she was trying to breathe and I swallowed hard and recited, "And I saw Shelly Keller lying in Shelly Keller's blood in the ditch, and I said to Shelly Keller, Live: yea, I said to Shelly Keller, LIVE!" Her father laid his hand on mine, I heard him telling me to back up, to let him work and Shelly blinked and I got up and pulled back and I felt hands on my shoulders and I turned and my Chief Deputy looked at me with dark and concerned eyes and I looked over at two men I'd just killed barehand and Paul frowned, tilted his head, looked closely at my face. I remembered feeling steel against bone. My cheek bone. I raised my fingers. Sticky ... but not bleeding. A voice: "Hold still now, let's clean this up," something wet was wiped carefully against my cheekbone. I turned, looked: they were securing the IV in my wife's arm, they had her stripped down to her underwire, they were listening to her chest, down its side. "I could have sworn he cut your face, Boss," I heard. "I saw blood ..." I raised my fingers again. Intact. No cut, they wiped off the sticky. I looked at Paul, looked at them getting Shelly on the cot. I pushed them aside, took a step toward my wife, stopped. Right now she needs a surgeon more than she needs a husband. It was policy that I be seen in ER after a line of duty shooting, even when my armor stopped the shot. Doc listened to Paul's quiet report that he could have sworn my face was laid open. Doc took a closer look, frowned. I saw his jaw bone slide out. He laid a hand on my shoulder and looked very closely at me, then he had me put my uniform shirt back on -- "just slip it on, don't button it." He took a felt tip and marked through the bullet hole, had me take off the shirt. "Stiff? Sore?" I shook my head. "Nope." Doc looked at Paul Barrents, raised an eyebrow. "Doc, never mind about me, Shelly's --" Doc raised a hand. "Sheriff, we need to talk, but right now you need a drink." I lowered my head a little, I gripped the edge of that exam table with both hands and did my best to crush that stainless steel tubing edge. "Doc," I said quietly, "I do not need a drink. "I need to know how my wife is." Doc nodded. "Let me find out." When it was just Paul and I, alone in the exam room, he looked at me, considered, then spoke. "Boss," he said bluntly, "I've never lied to you." I nodded. "Neither have I." Normally he'd have come back with a good smart remark. He didn't, and that worried me. "Boss, I saw that knife go in under Shelly's collar bone." I looked at him. I did not move, I did not nod, I listened and I listened closely. "Boss, I've trained in such matters." He waited for my response -- any response. I did not even blink. "Boss, that should have cut her subclavian artery." "I know." "She should have bled out." "Go on." "When the Captain laid his hand on hers ... do you remember he jerked his hand back?" This time I blinked, then shook my head. "He said your hand was HOT." "Hot." "One of the bystanders was trying to take a cell phone video." I nodded, once, just a little. "New phone, didn't know how to operate it too well." "So?" "So she got video, Boss. Infrared." "Infrared." "You showed up like you were on fire." I raised an eyebrow. "When you tore into those two, you showed up hotter than ... if that scale's accurate, hotter than candle flame. Way hotter." I remembered something I'd read, something Old Pale Eyes wrote about. "You might" -- Barrents nodded toward the mirror over the treatment room's sink -- "you might want to look in the mirror." I got up and crossed the room. I was still bare to the waist. "Look at your face." I did. There was a pale, hair-fine scar where there hadn't been one this morning when I shaved. "Now press around where Doc marked your bullet hole." I spread my fingers out, explored the area. "Tender at all?" I turned to face Paul. "No," I said. "Not at all." "You ought to have a bruise there, Boss. Those vests are good but they don't stop the impact. You'd ought to look like you got rib punched in a barfight." He took a step closer to me. "You were cut, Boss. I saw him slice your face and I heard it hit bone. I've heard that before and you ought to be cut deep and bleedin' like a stuck pig." Doc came back in, and he looked troubled. I turned cold and my stomach dropped about fifty feet. "She's alive," he said. My bottom jaw shoved out. "She's just got a little thin scar." I waited. "Like the one on your face." "Go on." "We x-rayed, of course, we ... ran an ultrasound. "There was blood in the tissue, it was an extravasated pocket, we did a needle aspiration to remove it, but she was reported as having ..." He stopped. "Linn, what did you do?" I swallowed hard. "Is my wife okay now?" Doc considered for a long moment. "I want to prescribe a course of antibiotics, but yes, she's ..." Doc looked at me, leaned in closer. "Sheriff, what the hell are you?" "What do you mean?" "I mean they showed me that cell phone video. Everyone else is normal and you're on fire, you killed two men with your bare hands, you did something to your wife's collarbone that stopped an arterial bleed, you've been shot and you didn't bruise and half your face should be hanging off your skull, that's what I mean!" "Boss," Barrents asked from the surgeon, "do you have Viking blood?" I stopped, surprised, considered, looked at Paul. "Yes," I finally said, "why?" "Boss, have you ever heard of the Berserkers?" The doctor turned three shades of white and sat down on one of those little rolling stools. The curtain behind him hissed aside and a pale eyed young woman in a white nursing uniform dress looked at me, shook her head. "Daddy," Angela said quietly, "what did you do this time?"

So do I... but... I was not disappointed when I moved to the C45S in my pistols. And for what it's worth... I've loaded 28 grains of Goex Cartridge or 2F under a 200 grain RFN in my 45 Colt ammo without using a filler since 1987... initially in just my 1873 Sporting Rifle, then in my Colt SAAs when they deleted the BP category in 1989. (Airspace in a muzzleloader is detrimental to firearms... not so with cartridges).* Then back to just in the rifle with they introduced Frontiersman. I somehow got a bunch of my APP C45S loads mixed in with my smokeless inventory and shot this past Saturday. The smoke was noticeably greater, but not the recoil. 160 grain RFN pills. * Note: According to my unscientific testing. A patched round ball in the barrel of a muzzleloader with an air gap between the powder charge and the ball is, ( or can very well be) an obstruction, possibly (or likely) causing a "ringed" barrel, depending of how much of a gap, how long its been sitting there, whether spit or grease lubed. (According to conventional wisdom, which I'll not dispute). A lubed bullet inside a brass case is not necessarily the same obstruction. Even a crimped bullet of nominal size has room to move, opening the crimp and jump to the rifling at the initiation of combustion, creating a space before engaging the rifling, making room for the expanding gas to continue pushing at the bullet until it either passes the cylinder gap or exits the barrel. But, whatever you do, don't let my unscientific findings keep you from continuing to use full loads or fillers. Yes, Larsen, grits are for eating. White or brown sugar are the best flavorings!