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Hello All, After the comments by Land Run shooters and many from folks who have never attended Land Run, we have decided that our plan to shoot Cowboy first and Wild Bunch after may not have been well received. To all of you who had constructive comments, "Thank You". To those of you, who had crazy theories about why we proposed changing the schedule. You missed the point completely. I think anyone who shot Wild Bunch at Land Run this year would know how hard we worked to have a successful match and how badly we want Wild Bunch to succeed and grow. Our goal was nothing more than to try to attract more shooters to Wild Bunch and to grow the game. Anyone who has ever shot Land Run knows how hard we work to conduct a great match and they should know how much we value the interests of our guests. To determine what schedule our shooters prefer, we will be sending an email to every shooter from 2025 Land Run requesting their preference. Please respond by December 5th to allow us the time to compile results. Rest assured that we will continue to provide the match that our shooters expect. If you did not shoot Land Run in 2025, but you expect to in 2026, you may respond to this email http://landrun@okcgunclub.org with your opinion. Flat Top Okie

I have, over the last year, made a concerted effort to drop some weight. Driven some for health reasons (type II Diabetes), some for vanity (Painted Ladies Aunt is a Hollywood producer, her Cousin an executive at HBO - I have shamelessly begged them for some sort of small opportunity if I lost the weight) and some for the fact that I turn 60 next year (if I were ever to make a serious run at some prestigious championships - my first year as a Senior Gunfighter would likely be my best opportunity). Now I lost some significant weight a few years ago; but Covid, knee injury and breaking my wrists all gave me excuse to lose focus and ballon back up. So I started again... From a high of 360 pounds - I stepped on the scale today at my Drs. office in shoes, fully dressed at 229 pounds. No surgeries, no weight loss drugs; simple reduced intake and more exercise. I still have a ways to go - but it was nearly 40 years ago, during my college days of football and wrestling that I last saw sub 230. I know pride is a sin - but dang it, this feels good.

Original 1873 Winchester 44WCF 3rd Model Smokeless Proofed 1917 20" Short Rifle. Im very proud to have her in my stable. For the time I have left here, Im going to give her some tender loving care. Until she gets passed on to my Son one day . Im cleaning out 108 years of dirt and grime . I hope you enjoy the pics of this Beautiful Lady .

Personally, not knowing the load, I’d use a bullet puller…

Yesterday marked the beginning of preparations for End of Trail 2026. We had met three weeks prior to clean and organize the storage yard, but yesterday the power tools came out. About twenty brave cowboys and cowgirls turned out under threatening skies to try and beat mother nature, and a success it was. The clouds started leaking just as we were putting things away. All photos by Darlin' Darla, our new Media, Marketing, and Communications Coordinator. The 2026 theme is "The Cattle Drives of the Old West", so the first order of business was to cut a herd of plywood longhorns. Sly Puppy supervises the painting of the herd. Next we needed a crew of "standup" cowhands, so off to work we went. Rough stock needs to be "broke", so Lead Finger and Matador have just the skill to get that done. Captain Dan Blodgett's Green Chicken Posole' is just what we needed to warm up enough to finish the afternoon's tasks before the rain. Somebody said "Why did you buy a paper pattern when we could have just laid Rustler down and traced him??' I don't know, what do you all think? Rollin', rollin', rollin', Sweet Shot Sue keeps the paint rollin'. The number of people that turn out, especially on a day like this, to give back to their fellow cowboys and cowgirls always humbles me greatly. Joe McGlue and St. Helena Slinger study the piece of plywood carefully before deciding just where to cut. That's their story and they're sticking to it! Ransome Hawk and Kit Foxxe travelled from about four hours north to help out, and brought new tombstones for the graveyard. Our next work party is scheduled for Saturday, December 6th, we'd love to have you join us.

Yep, I'm still here. Been a rough year but I'm back to makin loadin blocks. Thanks for all the kind words.🤠

Ya should know that you'll actually need 3 of 'em, right? The one's she's using in today's match... a backup to use in tomorrow's match when the 1st one breaks... and a 3rd one at the gunsmith's getting fixed.

Fifty years ago today, Kay made the biggest mistake of her life and said, "I do". I got the better part of the deal.

I respectfully think that this is a big mistake. Instead of taking off one week of work, now folks will have to take off most of one work week and at least half of another. On top of that, attending an awards banquet until 10pm, then driving back to the range, then trying to shoot 8 Wild Bunch stages the next day to the best of their abilities is an exercise in futility. Makes it an easy decision for me to forgo in 2026 what I thought was an excellent match in 2025. Please, please reconsider!

Special thanks to Darlin Darla and Lead Finger for organizing today's wonderful service to honor the memory of Hell's Comin. Thank you to all who attended. Even though it has been some time since we lost Phil, the service was held at this time of the year so all our snow bird friends and shooters were able to attend, and they did. Arizona Redneck, Lead Finger and Darlin Darla all said some very fitting and touching words before the microphone was passed around for many in attendance to share some usually quite amusing stories. We even had folks come down from Nevada. He will be missed.

I was told today that I should stop calling a revolver a "pistol". Guy said only semi autos are pistols, and this puke is a clerk at a firearms counter in a local sporting goods store. A quite politely told him that he was out of his pea-pickin' mind. He smugly wanted to know why. This is what I told him, and a half dozen other people at the counter who were listening in. For a few hundred years men with hand guns were called pistoleros, or pistoleers. Single and double shot hand guns are still referred to as pistols. I have been calling any single handed gun a pistol since about 1947 because my dad and every other adult person I knew...including hundreds of returning service man and woman I ever met, called them pistols. Today we have indoor pistol ranges, aka gun ranges or shooting ranges, all over my part of central Arizona. These are the same people who insist that a "gun" must be a smooth bore. Many early weapons of every description clear back to match locks were smooth bores and usually referred to as "guns". Many of these idiots blow their own arguments out of the water by using the term "gun control" in their efforts to violate my Constitutional rights. Today almost all mounted artillery are called guns from 16" rifled "guns" on battleships to field artillery, to machine guns, to some smooth bore rocket tubes, etc are still called guns. Don't try to use your lack of information, political BS, to whatever you hear on TV or read on your computer, or bullheaded ignorance to convince me that you are some kind of "smarter than you are" expert on anything...EVER! Unless, of course, that you want me to let everyone in hearing range know of your ignorance in such a way that I'll make you cry without ever lifting a hand toward you. Sorry. I woke up to early, missed lunch, and ran into scores of idiotic, incompetent, inconsiderate, timid, and otherwise dangerous and infuriating people driving cars. Rant time is over.

In an attempt to increase Wild Bunch participation, we planned to change our shooting schedule for 2026. It was our belief that shooting Cowboy first and Wild Bunch second would cause more of the Cowboy shooters, who have not shot Wild Bunch in the past, to try Wild Bunch. It appears that our intentions were misinterpreted by some, so we decided to send a brief questionnaire to our shooters, to poll what they (you) preferred. The results indicate that the majority want to keep the schedule as it was in 2025. Therefore, Wild Bunch will again be shot before the Cowboy match, with the same schedule as this year. We are pleased with the number of positive responses about considering shooting Wild Bunch in 2026. In 2025 our Wild Bunch attendance was 25% higher than it has ever been and we sincerely hope to see even larger growth in 2026. The new schedule is attached for your convenience. Registration for 2026 SASS National Championships open February 1st at Noon CST. Thank you, Flat Top Okie schedule of events for print.pdf

I know this is not a buy or sell ad, but rather a BIG THANK YOU to the wire and it's denizens. Over the year, I have bought many items from reliable and honest pards, as well as sold many items to folks that, I hope, feel they got a good deal from me. For these Blessings, I thank you all! This is a great, tight knit group, and I feel confident dealing with and talking to you all. Bless you and yours, and I hope to be with everyone in the coming year. I thank the moderators for keeping the wire clean and honest. Your Pard Al Overa SASS#26238

🦃🦃🍗🍗 Wishing you all a great day! 🤗 Eyesa & Ellie

If you have to ask you cannot afford it.

One of the funniest things I have ever seen on tv.

Classic Cowboy/Cowgirl, evolved from what used to be a specific costume contest. It was judged by past winners and wasn't necessarily about shooting prowess, but about looking the part of a working cowboy/cowgirl . It was "Working Cowboy/Cowgirl. and based on the costumes the competitors wore while shooting. Some of those that were so honored, didn't even know they were being considered. They competed while simply fully immersed themselves in the look and timbre of a working cowboy and competed in their chosen category. Many of those that wanted the Classic Cowboy category thought it should also include a requirement for BP... but that would have cut the number of interested folks pretty drastically. As I recall discussions leading up the creation it was really felt that a "big bore" requirement would keep the flavor of a working cowhand and less about an overall competitive feel. Much like Frontiersman. It's less about competition, and more about the firearms. It's an attitude about putting constraints on yourself and strive to be competitive with those constraints. SASS is not a historical re-enactment... it's a western fantasy. To many participants, it's a costume party where a shooting match broke out.

In what light? The “ organizers” are doing the best they can to satisfy as many people as they can and still put on an outstanding National Championship which they have been quite successful at for a number of years. It is an impossible feat to satisfy 100% of the people 100% of the time, but believe me they do try. It’s good to see these comments and I can assure you you they are being read and considered. Have patience, putting on a match of this size is a time consuming, expensive project that takes a lot hard working people, it will work out. Silver Creek Jack

One of my brothers delves into family history. He found this about one of my mom's brothers.

Still trying to stay on the sidelines, but… It’s worth noting that participation on The Wire represents only a very small and often unbalanced slice of the entire SASS family. Many of you have surely noticed that some of our most admired, respected, and even legendary shooters seldom engage on The Wire. Others simply sit quietly and watch from a distance as the chaos driven by rumors, conspiracy theories, and social-media drama unfolds. The new Wild Bunch survey is a great opportunity for everyone’s voice to be heard—everyone, not just the loudest ones online. I encourage all of our Wild Bunch brethren to take a few minutes and participate. Thoughtful feedback will do far more good than speculation or outrage. But remember: if the results don’t go your way, it isn’t because you didn’t shout loudly enough on The Wire. Decisions should reflect the collective input of the whole community, not the volume of a vocal few. Let’s treat this as a chance to elevate the conversation and support the future of Wild Bunch, not divide it. I am forever grateful to the Oklahoma Territorial Marshals for their hard work and exceptional performance.

It was covered by WKRP. It should have been picked up by the networks.

I was asked to create an authentic as possible Trench gun for a fund raising venue for their 250th birthday celebration. The build requirements included refinished metal, heat shield, 1917 bayonet, and some personalization in the form of engraving. I hope the pics show up.

Or "FAKE!" or "Never Happened!" or "More FAKEBOOK garbage. " And you know what? I DON'T CARE if it's not true. I don't know if it's true, it probably isn't, I'm not going to try to track it down. No more than I'd try to track down the truth of Asope's Fables. The MESSAGE is what matters. "I spent 40 years carrying a gun. The cruelest takedown I ever witnessed, though, happened in a diner. The weapon? A smartphone. The victim? A teacher. My name is Frank O'Malley. I’m 72, and my pension from the city is just enough to keep me in coffee and newspapers. For forty years, I was a beat cop. I walked the same twelve blocks until the soles of my shoes wore thin. I knew every shop owner, every kid, and every stray dog. My spot is at the counter of The Bluebird Diner. It’s the last real place left. Sal, the owner, still writes your order on a paper pad and yells it at the cook. The coffee is fifty cents, but the refills are free. It’s my church. I was in my usual seat, trying to read the sports page over the hum of the 24-hour news on the TV nobody was watching. That’s the world now, I thought. Everyone’s broadcasting, nobody’s listening. "Neighbor" used to be a verb. Now it’s just a word for the person you argue with about property lines. That's when she came in. She couldn’t have been more than 24. She was swimming in a faded red sweatshirt with a smiling elementary school mascot on it. She looked wrecked. The kind of bone-tired I used to see on rookies after a double shift. She didn't sit. She just stood by the register, her voice a whisper. "Just a black coffee and a blueberry muffin to go, please, Sal." Sal, bless him, poured the coffee and bagged the muffin. "That'll be $4.50, sweetheart." She swiped her card. A harsh beep. The little screen flashed red. "Declined." Her face went pale. "Oh. That’s... that's wrong. Can you run it again? Please? My paycheck was supposed to clear..." Sal, a gentleman to the end, ran it again. Beep. Declined. She started fumbling in her pockets, her hands shaking. "I just... I must have... I don't..." And then, the sound. It wasn't a shout. It was worse. It was that smug, nasal voice of someone narrating their own life. A woman, mid-fifties, was sitting in a booth, holding her phone up. The little red light was on. She was filming. "And here we are, folks," the woman said, her voice loud enough for the whole diner to hear. "It’s ten o’clock on a Tuesday. And this is one of our local teachers. Not in school, holding up the line, and she can't even pay for her coffee. This is where your tax dollars are going, people. Absolutely pathetic." The young woman froze. But she didn't cry from shame. She broke from pure, unadulterated exhaustion. "I'm not in school," she said, her voice cracking, "because I was at school until 11 PM last night setting up the 'Reading Week' book fair. I'm here to get coffee before my first parent-teacher conference, which is unpaid." She slammed her hand on the counter. "And my card declined because I just spent $220 of my own money on books for kids in my class. Kids who don't have books at home. Kids whose parents... kids who..." She choked on a sob, shoved the bagged muffin back at Sal, and ran out the door. The diner was dead silent. The woman with the phone had the nerve to look proud. She was still filming. I’ve seen a lot of ugly things. Bar fights, domestic disputes, stick-ups. But this felt different. This was cruel. I took my wallet out, the leather cracked like an old catcher’s mitt. I put a $20 bill on the counter. "Sal," I said. My voice was rusty. "The teacher's coffee and muffin. And the rest? Start a 'Teacher's Tab'." Then, I stood up. I'm not a big guy, but 40 years on the beat gives you a certain... presence. I walked over to her booth. She kept the phone up, right in my face. "Can I help you, grandpa? You enabling her?" I didn't raise my voice. I didn't have to. I used the voice I saved for telling a man he was under arrest. "My name is Frank O'Malley. Badge 344, retired. I walked this beat before you owned that phone." I pointed at her screen. "We used to have a name for people who aired their neighbors' dirty laundry in the street just to feel important. We called them 'busybodies.' We called them 'troublemakers.' Now you call it 'content'." She lowered the phone. "That young woman," I said, "is building something. She's teaching kids how to read, how to be decent. You? You're just tearing things down. That's all that phone does. It tears down." I stared at her until she looked away. "Pay your bill. And get out of my diner." She sputtered something about "free speech" and "customer service," but she saw Sal standing behind me with his arms crossed. She saw the other five people in the diner staring at her. She threw some cash on the table and stormed out. I went home. I figured that was that. I was wrong. I came back the next Tuesday. The diner was packed. I mean, standing-room-only. And on the counter, next to the old cash register, was a big glass pickle jar. It had a piece of masking tape on it. In Sal's handwriting, it just said: "THE TEACHER'S TAB." The jar was overflowing with fives, tens, and twenties. I looked at Sal. He was grinning. "Oh, she posted the video, Frank," he said, wiping the counter. "She posted it all, callin' you a 'tyrant' and me 'an accomplice.' But she made a mistake. She left your face in it. And everybody in this town knows Frank O'Malley." He gestured with his rag. "They started comin' in an hour later. Old folks. Young folks. Even a couple of firefighters from the station down the street. They all just said the same thing: 'This is for the Teacher's Tab.' Ms. Evans? She eats free for a year, I figure." I sat down at my spot. A young man at the next table over raised his cup to me. "Mornin', Officer O'Malley." I looked at that jar. I looked at all the people talking to each other, passing the cream, laughing. The TV in the corner was still on, still blaring about some crisis, but nobody was listening. They were too busy being neighbors. Maybe the "good old days" aren't gone. Maybe they're not a time. Maybe they're just a choice. The internet is where we go to shout. The real world is where we still have to live. Stop broadcasting the noise. Start building the quiet. #fblifestyle:

A few years ago there was a pard, Lunger Dan here on the Wire that had built a replica U.S. Army thimble cartridge belt. I guess they call it thimble because the shell holder resembles a thimble. Double Diamond, the pard that does all the leatherwork on the carts that I’ve built and the match director at Escondido told me about these belts being available on eBay. I’ve wanted one for quite awhile and decided to order one. I want to convert it to hold 16 gauge shells and that looks pretty easy to do. Overall it looks pretty well made and has 25 shell thimbles and lots of room for waste size adjustments. https://www.ebay.com/itm/236366547470?_skw=thimble+cartridge+belt&itmmeta=01KA2B1XHTFF9R3XCANPNV9QBP&hash=item37088b4a0e:g:opgAAeSwmBRo4CIg&itmprp=enc%3AAQAKAAAA8FkggFvd1GGDu0w3yXCmi1cOVJ2hzeyImwAycTC0MEeWxNjUZxWw7gXVnyc%2FYSfTwdfnok%2F%2BckES5mwa4efftR3grxNEqBPyxzJiDoBxnYoHCb2IC3%2F3wh%2BiCJY8ccy77D5K4NlcnjSEixZ7MeUnbxCG%2FDCW4dHwsHEwm%2FD1dcsnwxeBS1FbfMDmQIqtA1BffYVt3o8WHQGwsQK979e6EtyC58G7YRXGL1CpcTyMC0TDXpF5nGXxQpZDZr7%2FRHyP0msapeWA4bjHnH8AIrsNs4sVXcA1Tw9TzoWaP836IrcKjwkEc1Ytkw8GFWwr94EKOA%3D%3D|tkp%3ABk9SR4rZh8vQZg

07 December 1941 Never Forget the Memory of those who were KIA / MIA and those that survived WW2 for our FREEDOM.

Related British Performance Evaluations The British Military writes EPR's (officer fitness reports). The form used for Royal Navy and Marines fitness reports is the S206. The following are actual excerpts taken from people's "206's".... - His men would follow him anywhere, but only out of curiosity. - I would not breed from this Officer. - This Officer is really not so much of a has-been, but more of a definitely won't-be. - When she opens her mouth, it seems that this is only to change whichever foot was previously in there. - He has carried out each and every one of his duties to his entire satisfaction. - He would be out of his depth in a car park puddle. - Technically sound, but socially impossible. - This Officer reminds me very much of a gyroscope - always spinning around at a frantic pace, but not really going anywhere. - This young lady has delusions of adequacy. - When he joined my ship, this Officer was something of a granny; since then he has aged considerably. - This Medical Officer has used my ship to carry his genitals from port to port, and my officers to carry him from bar to bar. - Since my last report he has reached rock bottom, and has started to dig. - She sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them. - He has the wisdom of youth, and the energy of old age. - This Officer should go far - and the sooner he starts, the better. - In my opinion this pilot should not be authorized to fly below 250 feet. - This man is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot. - The only ship I would recommend this man for is citizenship. - Works well when under constant supervision and cornered like a rat in a trap.

Boy And Girl with Train Set, C.1950s photograph by H. Armstrong Roberts

It’s not all about speed. For us one handed shooters the shorter stroke is much easier on the thumbs. 😉

I want to write the story lines. See how many political correctness rules I can violate.

Oh! For the days… Life and the game were so much simpler then!!

I've found some of the subjects of late highly entertaining, not particularly informative, but entertaining. Along those lines I've started to ponder: And bear with me, this is going to be rambling and, probably long. So, if you're not in the mood for that bail out now. If someone talks about a ".45 Automatic" do you assume they are talking about something like a Colt 1911 pistol - a semi-automatic, or an M-3 submachine gun? And since someone has argued that a "gun" must be a smooth bore should the M-3 be a shotgun? If someone says a gun is "fully automatic" I think we can all agree what that means, but are they wrong? Doesn't "Automatic" mean it's a "Fully Automatic Machine gun"? And there's that word again "Machine" gun. I think an argument could be mad that all firearms are "machines". Why aren't they all "Machine guns"? And "SUBmachine gun"? What about "Machine Rifles"? That might be more accurate. So let's stop with the machine gun thing entirely. The Germans might have been right all along with "Machine Gewehr" (probably spelled that wrong) I think "Gewehr" means "Rifle". "Pistol" only refers to semi-automatic handguns. What if it has a switch to make it fire "Fully automatic"? Is it still a pistol. What about antique flintlock or percussion dueling pistols? They are no longer pistols? What are they? Dueling handguns? But I thought a "gun" was a smoothbore and some of them have rifling. "Handrifle"? REVOLVERS ARE NOT PISTOLS! Well, they might have a point there. Not all revolvers are pistols. Some are rifles or shotguns or even grenade launchers. But, I believe that 99% of current revolvers fall into the classification of "pistol". Oh, crud, dinner is ready and I'm getting the stink eye. Gotta go now. You lucky beggers, I might have gone on for another half hour. Anyway, I hope you find my ponders amusing. If not, well, it amused me. I warned you it would be rambling. Angus

Like most of you on this forum, I have a rather extensive firearms background in addition to SASS. Regarding competitive shooting, I used to compete in SASS, but also USPSA, IDPA, Bianchi Cup, and smallbore silhouette. I have also been an NRA certified instructor for 24 years, and have all but two of the instructor certifications (with one more pending!). I'm also an NRA Chief Range Safety Officer, and as you probably are aware, spent time as a cop and almost 32 years (and counting) in the military. There are a few other things I can't mention here, but suffice it to say the court system in Colorado has ruled that I'm a bona fide firearms and use of force expert. So, recently, I started volunteering as an RSO at one of the three gun clubs where I'm a member. At this range, RSOs must be NRA RSO certified and undergo a club-specific training. We are "paid" in free rounds of trap / skeet. But it also pads my resume. Let me tell you, in a short period of time I've become rather frustrated with the shooting community. Here are the big ones; feel free to add yours: - There is a giant sign upon entering the facility stating that full automatic fire is not allowed. I don't care if you own or possess a full auto legally, you cannot shoot it on full auto here. It's also on the paperwork you signed to be allowed on the range. Yes, I know you're legal; it's still against club policy. I'm certain it's an insurance thing, but I also know that idiots with full autos keep ruining our target frames. You have two choices: Shoot on semi-auto, or leave. - I don't care that you were Delta Force / SEAL / Ranger / green beret, nor how many years you spent in any branch of the military or law enforcement. I will still be here. You cannot simply tell me to go away (and, for the record, I spend the vast majority of my time in my pickup where I can see three ranges at once. I do not hover over shooters watching their every move). We are required to introduce ourselves to every shooter and verify they are wearing the wristband color of the day to ensure they paid. And, frankly, two groups of people scare the bejeezus out of me when it comes to firearms: law enforcement and military. Both groups think they know more than they really do. And if you cop an attitude with me about how much experience you have and how you don't want an RSO hanging around, guess which range I'm spending my time on? - DO NOT TOUCH A FIREARM, EVEN TO MERELY ADJUST THE SIGHTS, WHEN THE RANGE IS COLD AND PEOPLE ARE DOWNRANGE!!!! Seriously, how do people not know this (or how do they miss the giant sign on every range)???? This is so basic, anywhere you go, any time, in any shooting discipline, regardless of sanctioning body. Stop. - ALWAYS KEEP THE GUN POINTED IN A SAFE DIRECTION!!!! Holy Moses. Seriously. Think.

Age protected = minimum number of shooters not required for the category.

Pard, I'm a retired cop and spent 3 years in our DUI Enforcement unit and made over 800 DUI arrests during my 3-year assignment (2nd in the state for that period!). I was a certified Standardized Field Sobriety Test (SFST) instructor as well as Advanced Roadside Impaired Driving Enforcement (ARIDE) certified. The portable device you're talking about is known as a Preliminary Breath Test (PBT). The law varies by state, but I would be overwhelmingly surprised if PBT results were admissible in court in any state. In Colorado, they may only be used to confirm or deny the presence of alcohol--NOT THE BLOOD ALCOHOL CONTENT levels--because they are notoriously inaccurate. If it reads .08, for example, the driver's actual BAC as measured by a scientifically certified blood or breath test may be anywhere from .02 to .150. So was the driver over or under .08? We have no way of knowing, regardless of the number displayed on the screen. Many variables affect the precision of these measurements, including air temperature, how recently alcohol was in the driver's mouth, and a host of other factors. A scientifically certified breath test must be used to determine the driver's actual BAC, and this can be done either with a blood test or certified breath test. A certified breath test that is scientifically validated removes all the variables one encounters with PBTs by having it in a non-portable, approved, indoor location, using a scientifically accurate instrument that recalibrates itself against a sample of pure alcohol with every breath test. This thing covers a desktop and cannot be moved. But in order to transport a driver to said location, they must already be under arrest--cops cannot transport a suspect unless Probable Cause has been established. And Probable Cause is established through, among other things, completing the Standardized Field Sobriety Test. These are a 3-test battery that have been scientifically validated many times over the years. The first test conducted is known as Horizontal Gaze Nystagmus. This is the "follow the pen with your eyes" test you've seen on TV. Without going into too much detail, the eyes make certain jerky movements when under the influence of alcohol or several other drugs, known as nystagmus. And, it is vastly more accurate than the piece of junk PBT you hold in such high esteem. By estimating the angle of onset of nystagmus, I can accurately predict what the scientifically validated BAC test is going to show. PBTs are junk. I suppose the only thing I ever used them for was to assist me in determining whether a second or third drug was in play. If the driver was falling down drunk, for example, but the PBT showed .02, I knew something else was amiss. But any cop relying on them to establish overall impairment should have their gun and badge confiscated immediately.

Here I am! 🥰 I shoot FCGF all the time. I use (and sell - full disclosure) APP 3 F in everything. My 38 special loads are 10.5-11 gr BY WEIGHT of APP. I don’t use a filler because I don’t have the time. Captain Baylor and several others use a 3/8 caulk backer rod. Some use a fiber wad. Some use cream of wheat. It may save powder but the amount of shooting I do my time is more valuable. You can get enough smoke with 8.5 gr BY WEIGHT and that leaves room for filler of choice. APP doesn’t require compression and some air space is ok. Hugs! Scarlett

Dang, I wrote all that 14 years ago!! Stil good info. However, it is posts like Grifs that are not accurate and misleading. OA, I will be willing to discuss options with you and your wife in a phone conversation. If interested, send me a pm and we can exchange phone numbers. It is a lot easier speaking than typing. Having your wife shooting with you is one of the best things you can accomplish. Outlaw Gambler & Gamblers Gal, we have over 40 combined years of shooting our same 97's with only one sear replaced.