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You almost draw your carry gun at the grocery store because the cashier swiped yer item over the scanner and it beeped. In my defense, I was standing at SASS default already.

If you have more cowboy clothes than regular clothes, and 90% of your t shirts are from shoots you attended.

The absolute best brass pickup tool is an energetic 12 year old.

room for 16 Arizona hillbilly

You frequently see grips with the area around the screw hole cracked or broken. Some grips are very brittle and people simply over tighten them. So here is a little trick to help prevent grip breakage. Ruger grip frames come in two thicknesses. 1/2"and 7/16". The grip frame on the left is 1/2 and the one on the right 7/16. Ruger grip frames are interchangable. For example the Single Six, Vaquero and New Vaquero gripframes will all interchange. The Single Six and Vaquero use the 1/2" thick gripframes. The New Vaquero uses the 7/16" thick gripframe. EXCEPT for the birdshead grip. Ruger did not bother making a special gripframe for the New Vaquero birdshead so it uses the same 1/2 version as the Single Six and Vaquero. In fact both of the gripframes in the above photo are of New Vaqueros. Birdshead on the left and plow handle on the right. A simple trick is to go to your local ACE Hardware and buy some spacers. Remember get 7/16" for plow handle New Vaqueros and 1/2" for everything else. You can get plastic or if you want to get fancy aluminum. Simply put on one grip, slip the spacer over the screw and put on the other grip. Now just snug up the screw and you minimize any risk of grip breakage.

HI CR: I believe you can put it on the table instead of re-holstering if it is the LAST GUN. I believe the rule you quoted is if there is another gun after yer revolvers. I also believe that you can put one revolver on the table, shoot the other one, and then holster them both before moving on to the next gun --Dawg

I've been involved in SASS since my dad got me into the sport in Florida in 1998. Let me tell you, it's been too long... I love these people... Today, prayers were answered. The Old Sea Cow made it through the brain surgery. I thank everyone. It's still a long road to recovery. I've been busy raising my family; my two boys and daughter are old enough to hit the trail now. I look forward to seeing everyone in the coming months. Again, thank you for your support. You all are great! Sincerely, Leadville Clyde Manatee is having brain surgery tomorrow. He could use a little lift from the cowboy community; my dad has always been a cowboy and lived the cowboy way. I’d appreciate anything you’ve got. He’s a good one. Leadville Clyde

Three of the small boxes that I shipped over to Az. for a gallery that my daughter got my work into. She took the pictures.

I’m still working on the post-Illinois State Championship video. In the meantime, I thought I’d give using YouTube’s Shorts option a try. This very short video highlights Missouri Lefty shooting Stage 6 at the 2023 Illinois State Championship. Stage 6 was the State Record Stage and Missouri Lefty turned in the fastest time of all shooters on this stage over the weekend – 13.07 seconds. For his performance Missouri Lefty set the Club Record in the Gunfighter category and will hold the record until someone bests it at a future match. Click here to see the short video of his record setting stage. Click here to see all State and Club Records.

First use of a new prop for a big match yesterday, Pedro the thoroughbred Palletmeno. T'was a big day with 25lbs of BBQ'd pulled pork devoured, cooked by one of our members who's been to Texas to compete in BBQ competitions. He also did amazing beans and cornbread. And the overall winner of the day Lady Mercy

My wife brought this baseball cap home from an agriculture meeting that she attended. I guess the chemical is named True. I had my local embroidery shop gal customize it. When I picked it up she said I was going to start a fad with that cap. The added word is partially hidden to coincide with Saloon rules.

I shoot only my reloads. Never clean pockets. Cowboy (and Wild Bunch) ammo has always gone Boom for the last 15 years. A pocket has to be REALLY dirty to short-seat the primer or foul the flash hole and prevent successful ignition. Cleaning pockets is something I save for my match rifle ammo. Much ado about very little in cowboy shooting. good luck, GJ

When you hear gunfire and automatically start counting rounds fired.

Last December 31, we had a 5th Saturday match. My Pard Abilene was doing some videoing for his YouTube channel, caught me in one of my better stages! He posted it on his YouTube channel, Abilene Cowboy Shooter. It kinda took off, and as of this morning has 200,000,000 views! It’s been fun watching the count grow, and I’ve actually had people stop me on the street and ask me if that was me!

I have been reloading ammo for over 25 years. I think I am pretty good at it, but no matter how good you are you can make mistakes. I run a single stage Lee press with Breech Lock adapters. Really nifty little gadgets that make changing does quick and easy and you don’t have to reset or adjust them once you have them set. Today I was humming right along loading. Some .357 Magnum and I planed yo finish up the .357 and move right into reloading .38 Special so I had both sets of dies on the bench and both die boxes were open. I had finished seating 100 bullets in 100 cases and moving to the last step of crimping. I grabbed my Factory Crimp die and as I stuck in the press and locked it in I thought to myself “Gee, that die sure does look stubby” without giving it any other thought I crimped a .357 round. The press handle had a very strange feel to it. Almost like pushing a sharp knife through a watermelon. I knew immediately what I did. While cussing myself under my breath I swapped out the .38 and .357 dies then finished crimping the remaining 99 rounds. That round will sit in a prominent spot on my reloading bench as a reminder to PAY ATTENTION!

Ramzan Kadyrov, head of the Chechen Republic visited Putin in Moscow. He took the train.

I've let the subscriptions lapse on most of my shooting magazines because they don't have articles about things I want or need. For instance all the ads and articles about guns that are supposed to be "new and improved" that are retreads of guns that have existed for decades but simply have decorative features or what amount to off-the-shelf add ons. What really turns me off are all the guns and accessories with camouflage or "earth tone " dull and ugly finishes and those that come in an array of flashy decorative flashy colors.Ive seen pink and blue so-called camo designs, fluorescent camo paint jobs, red, white, and blue flag designs, anodized jewelry guns for ladies, sparkly metal flake grips and stocks, pictures of almost anything you can imagine, gold plated or painted accessories, two and three tone (or more) colors, and practically anything else my mind can imagine. What the hell ever became of blued or nickel plated steel and walnut or ivory grips? Have they been shelved in place of useless and ridiculous frippery? I don't care what anyone wants and is willing to pay for, but us old timers who want basic guns can hardly finds ads or articles about the good stuff we became used to in out younger days. It's still being made, but even the dealers shelves and racks don't have much any more. Dinosaur Tom

Just wanted to say a big thanks for my daily dose of fun and good times, I feel like you're all pards. Probably never will meet you in person, but I feel like I know you all and we're mates! Coupla' years now hanging out in this saloon.......and I like it !!!!!! Another year or two and I'll have ya's all eatin' beetroot ....... and likin' it dawg dammit!!!!!!!!!!!

When you go to buy a new vehicle and the first thing you check is if your gun cart will fit.

I have played this game for well over 20 years - loading for myself, my daughter and my wife. Thousands upon thousands of rounds - I have won monthlies, annuals and regionals with my ammo and have never deprimed a case before tumbling yet. Additionally I only dry media tumble my brass - the brass only needs to be "clean" enough to cycle thru the reloader and firearms. Shiny brass is pretty but completely unnecessary for cowboy.

Okay, so I'll confess to finding a bit of pleasure in this. The protesters were seen holding signs with messages including "Ban Private Jets" and "Abolish Capitilasim." They stood in the road with those signs in front off their barricade, blocking people from driving to the festival with a miles-long back-up of vehicles. Mind you, I couldn't give a hang less about Burning Man... but when the lefty enviro-wackos decided to block the road in, local Pyramid Lake Paiute Tribal Police officers / Rangers decided they'd had enough:

If your family calls you by your alias instead of your real name.

I’m gonna pop some corn, chill the sasparilla, and watch this thread play out. Been a while since I seen this many wadded knickers in one place.

So there's 3 young guys hanging round my shop one afternoon. We'll call guy 1 the "Welder" . Guy 2 is the "farmer" and guy 3 is the "tow trucker" . Guy 1 and 2 grew up together round these parts. They're talking about some people they went to school with that were very smart . Tow trucker listens in on the conversation and eventually adds that he was Valedictorian of his class! Welder and Farmer look at him in astonishment and one of them asks where he went to school. With a sly smile he says " I was home schooled!"

Oh, sure. Six people sitting around the fire. One has smoke in his face. Five fighting for his spot.

RO1 p.24 Do you think the PM should always be the TO for example? NO.

I f you people would put your heads together and make a bit of effort you could put enough more merchandise, stock carts, and sales item in your aisles and in front of your stores to TOTALLY BLOCK ANYONE from moving through your stores to buy any damn thing. Add another 25%-30% of employees who stand around doing nothing at all (try to find some more who don't care about the customers, ignore the customers, have rudeness down to work of art, and don't know anything at all.) and you will have put the cherry on top. I need to include the meat counters that aren't stocked unto 9:00 am almost never have anyone there during the day. This doesn't even address poorly maintained stores, parking lots, and driveways, wrecked shopping carts and empty produce bag dispensers and tie strip holders. I also hate those motion sensor lights in the frozen food cabinets that either don't work at all or turn off just as you get in front of them. There are exceptions ( but not many): True Value is the first one that comes to mind and my hat is off to them. I'd rather drive twenty miles to the there store and another twenty to get back home than go three blocks each way to some others. My God it feels good to get that off my chest!

When you hear somebody has a birthday and you wonder if they are moving up in category.

Guys, may not mean everything to some but I met a helluva man today and just wanted to share. In an airport in Corpus Christi...Marcus Luttrell

When this picture was taken, likely in early September of 1873, these three men were the most famous Westerners alive. Seated on the right is Buffalo Bill Cody, who earned his name as the greatest buffalo hunter alive before rising to fame as a scout for the United States Army. Across the table sits Wild Bill Hickok, the deadliest gunslinger of his day and perhaps the most fabled lawman in American history. And behind these two men, with his right hand resting familiarly on Wild Bill's shoulder, stands Texas Jack Omohundro. Omohundro wasn't a buffalo hunter or a lawman in Kansas cow towns. Texas Jack was a cowboy. The Earl of Dunraven, who hunted with both Texas Jack and Buffalo Bill, wrote: "Buffalo Bill had always been in Government employ as a scout, but Texas Jack had been a cowboy, one of the old-time breed of men who drove herds of cattle from way down South to Northern markets for weeks and months, through a country infested by Indians and white cattle thieves." When these three men toured as The Scouts of the Plains, audiences who rushed to their local theatres to catch a glimpse of their heroes were gladly spending their hard-earned money to see the West's most famous scout, its most famous lawman, and its most famous cowboy together on stage.

The .357 OS The OS stands for “Oh Sh….!”

You done good. There are a number of nitwits on the wire that would have crimped all 100.

Once you are in the doghouse she has no more leverage ... buy another gun. My wife said she was going to cut me off, I said she couldn't, she didn't know where I was getting it..... If I'm found dead you know it was my mouth....

You might want to buy her one of these. LOL

Hillebrand Rifles · Every hour, on the hour, around the clock, a new Navy nurse sat with the young soldier... Staff Sergeant Matha, US Army, served in the Pacific theater during World War II. At 18 years old, his job in the Army was training soldiers to ride horses. Wanting more action, he volunteered for combat duty. While fighting on the Island of Leyte, he came down with a severe case of malaria. Taken out of combat, the Army flew him to a hospital ship anchored off of Biak Island, just north of New Guinea. On that ship, in the bed next to Sergeant Matha, was another young soldier, just a boy really (by this time Matha himself was only 20). This young soldier had horrible wounds; he suffered endlessly; his head was actually screwed into the bed frame headboard due to those wounds. The young soldier called out for his mother constantly, day and night, for more than 6 days, with only brief periods of fitful sleep. Every hour, on the hour, around the clock, a new Navy nurse sat with the young soldier. The nurses pretended to be the boy's mother. They spoke with him. They held his hand. They never left his bedside without another nurse present to continue the vigil. "I want to go to the lake, mom, thats that I really want to do." And the nurse replied, "Yes, that is what we will do. And you can go swimming and then we'll have lunch with all your friends." This and other conversations continued for six straight days, day and night, a nurse always at his side. The boy remained delirious throughout his ordeal. And then he died. Warren Charles Matha said his dad told him this story more than 65 years after World War II. His father broke down in tears as he told it. In part due to the life saving care his father received, and due to the tender care that dying boy in the next bed received, his father put Military nurses on the highest pedestal possible. And rightly so. Navy Nurses aboard the USS Solace, 1945

Soul Alchemy · When you're from a small town, and you drive by anyone... Pic by Jani Ylikangas