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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.

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!

https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2023/sep/8/michelle-lujan-grisham-issues-order-to-suspend-ope/ https://danaloesch.substack.com/p/breaking-new-mexico-governor-suspends?publication_id=84836&utm_campaign=email-post-title&r=7g6u&fbclid=IwAR1i3ZmkUf2oo5YXX_YHsb_YKEZwqwzVJzBWVdei3vRwKrJP67qbA2O5MYo Lujan Grisham referenced several recent shootings in Albuquerque in issuing the order. Among them was a suspected road rage shooting Wednesday outside a minor league baseball stadium that killed 11-year-old Froyland Villegas and critically wounded a woman as their vehicle was peppered with bullets while people left the game. Last month, 5-year-old Galilea Samaniego was fatally shot while asleep in a motor home. Four teens entered the mobile home community in two stolen vehicles early on Aug. 13 and opened fire on the trailer, according to police. The girl was struck in the head and later died at a hospital. The governor also cited an August shooting death in Taos County of 13-year-old Amber Archuleta. A 14-year-old boy shot and killed the girl with his father’s gun while they were at his home, authorities said. There is zero evidence that a LTC holder was behind the death of the 11 year-old. The five year-old was killed by a group of teenagers in illegal possession of a firearm who committed a drive-by. The 13 year-old was killed by another teen, who was charged with homicide; and the father charged preexisting negligence law. At no point do open or concealed carry factor in to any of these crimes nor is there any, at all, evidence showing that concealed carry permit holders are the people driving the crime rate. Grisham is simply punishing the innocent for the illegal actions of criminals. If prohibited persons are willfully violating the law to illegally carry then banning all carry isn’t going to have any effect, either — except on innocent people’s ability to defend themselves. Albuquerque’s crime rate has steadily risen for the past several years with the cause attributed to the former Soros-backed DA, now AG of New Mexico, Raúl Torrez. Albuquerque Police Chief Gorden Eden said the recent spike was in part due to the case management order that went into effect in 2015. The state Supreme Court order that only affected the Albuquerque area aimed to reduce the population in jail by moving cases through the courts more quickly. “With the case management order we started to see cases being dismissed by the District Attorney’s office and started to see the jail population decrease,” Eden said. “Quite frankly, what I think happened is there were just too many decisions being made in the criminal justice system and that has created a real perfect storm for our state and for the 2nd judicial district.” The DA was busy dismissing cases right and left and the clueless governor doesn’t understand why crime is on the rise? The new DA isn’t any better: a Grisham hand-picked establishment Democrat who was accused of directing staffers to publish stolen emails that included receipts about underwear purchases from former Susana Martinez. Blue cities like Albuquerque have a murder problem — and a judicial rot problem. Grisham citing a “public health emergency” is exactly why Second Amendment supporters reject this specious claim by anti-Second Amendment advocates to classify felonious actions and prohibited carry as a “health issue.” No way this edict survives the guaranteed court battle, especially post Bruen. The only issue here are Democrats who enable repeat offenders to further brutalize innocent citizens.

An emergency is when we need the Constitution the most.

Bodie Foundation Sdosoerpntc1 e42f569m9fle,hehtf5780ru 0Sup00046a9c8a2b7h1362 · Throwback Thursday Today, we get a peek inside one of Bodie’s butcher shops. The man at center is C.R. Wedertz, who opened for business in the early 1900s. By that time, Bodie’s busiest years were over, and the number of butcher shops and markets had declined. Eli Johl, who arrived around 1883 with wife, Lottie, was at work as a butcher by 1884 at the Union Market. Soon, Johl opened a butcher shop in partnership with Charles Donnelly. The business survived the destruction of the shop in the July 1892 fire and continued until 1906. In prior years, Bodie’s population had a wide choice of meat markets as evidenced by newspaper advertisements. They included the Central Market, Bodie Meat Market, and the City Market. The City Market was located on the east side of Main Street just north of the Occidental Hotel. In the 1880s, it was known as Warren’s City Market after a change in ownership. According to Frank Wedertz, author of “Bodie 1859-1900,” the City Market’s stables were situated one mile north of town. “There were pens for hogs, corrals for sheep and cattle and lots of spring water, which was piped into the building.” At Green and Lowe Streets, C. H. Kilgore’s Union Market was known for carrying a variety of meats, including a wide selection of sausages. The Standard Market also sold meat to Bodie households, as did the Bull’s Head Market, opposite Boone’s Corral. Sources for the meat markets in Bodie came from a variety of places. In Bridgeport, Napoleon Bonaparte Hunewill, who first supplied lumber to Bodie, began raising cattle. Another Bridgeport cattleman, Jesse Summers, also supplied cattle and owned several meat markets. Ranchers in Mono Lake raised cattle, chickens, pigs, rabbits, sheep and for markets in Bodie and other mining communities. Meat was also supplied by ranchers in Smith and Mason valleys. Fresh trout from the Sierra Nevada was a special treat and sold at several of the markets. In an 1882 advertisement the Union Market proclaimed, “Beef, mutton and pork, at wholesale or retail. Ham, bacon and sausage constantly on hand.” Photo courtesy of Mono County Historical Society

This might be one of the best thread hijacks EVER! We went from dim bulb, clueless, anti-gun young people to Glock bashing/support in less than one page. It’s been awhile since that’s been achieved. Another round of drinks on me to those still standing at the bar! Bravo! P.S. - Rank points rock!

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

I read the book and liked it. The Osage Indians in Oklahoma were becoming wealthy because oil had been discovered on their land and someone started killing them. A young J. Edgar Hoover sent in the soon to be FBI to investigate. I’ve watched a couple of the trailers for the movie and it looks to be pretty good.

I thought everyone might like this: https://buffettworld.com/2023/09/04/buffett-anonymously-donated-two-airplanes-last-year-to-alabama-museum/?mibextid=Zxz2cZ&fbclid=IwAR0Jav7-YbQXMfVKoHNJFQey_rG9KBsr50yd_7M7WTYmtyOT1ORyVJhVZZsI

Grace Cathedral It has been said that God has a good sense of humor. A Godly sense of humor, at that. And, it has been said that God is gracious and forgiving. And for both these attributes I am grateful – otherwise, I could have possibly been smitten many times in my life. Zapped by a lightning bolt. Turned into a pillar of salt. Heck… maybe depicted in an Hieronymus Bosch painting four hundred fifty years before I even arrived. Now, I understand that pretty much all religions have protocols for dealing with “sins.” Some may be pretty harsh, with stoning, dismembering, and the like coming to mind; many are much more benign. Take Christianity, for example. My Catholic friends and relations do this thing where they confess their transgressions to a priest and are assigned some sort of penance, like reciting a bunch of “Hail Mary’s” or “Our Fathers” or such. And then you have us Baptists. I once faced a challenge of trying to explain to a Catholic friend why we don’t have to do the “confession” thing. “Well Jeeze, Sheila! We’re allowed to talk to God directly our-own-selves! We don’t need an intermediary!” Pretty much, a good Baptist pastor can anonymously work miracles of a minor (or not-so-minor) sort by making us feel just plain awful and resolving to not do such-and-so again. “No more dancing at the Junior High Sock-Hop! No more stealing a smooch from Betty Ann behind the bleachers after the football game!” Yup… we’ll behave for sure. Sorta. For the most part. As an interesting side-note, for a period of my late teens – early twenties, I worked in a mailroom for a large banking firm. Amongst my co-workers were a number of moonlighting Baptist pastors, working their way through a graduate program at Golden Gate Seminary in Mill Valley. I have to say, I was astounded at the philosophical disparity between these gentlemen; I was privy to many, many spirited discussions about Biblical topics. Some were amazingly esoteric; some were downright surprising, like the simple topic of eligibility for admission into Heaven. Opinions differed greatly, ranging from “a person who is good and pure of heart will find his [or her] way into Heaven,” to “Only Baptists Allowed!” Really?? Anyway, I have digressed enough – now, on with the story: I believe I may have mentioned somewhere along the way that the men of Kappa Phi Delta enjoyed and sponsored many celebrations, most of which could be loosely classified as “frat parties.” Outside of the one time where some knothead set the Kappa Phi house on fire and a few miscellaneous injuries, pretty much all our events were fun and successful. And also memorable were the “after party” episodes, following official events, and the common mid-week impromptu gatherings. These could be anything from a few of us hanging about scarfing up leftover snacks and beer to hitting the road for adventures. As one might assume, the former of the two was the safest; the second could, and at times did, lead to something being broken or lost (including me), something expensive happening, or even police interest. Like the time some poor football player “fell asleep” after consuming copious quantities of booze – and was left stretched out on the lawn of a mortuary, with his hands clutching a lilly to his chest. Or the time another drunken football player was poured onto a plane to San Diego (“family emergency!”) with a dime in his pocket for a phone call after his arrival. But there was one event that I’m sure got the attention of The Big Guy. Atop Nob Hill, at 1100 California Street in San Francisco and occupying the entire block, stands Grace Cathedral. The modest Grace Church, founded during the Gold Rush in 1849, had by 1965 evolved into the magnificent edifice that was the center of the Episcopalian Diocese of California, and historical “home” for a number of well known Bishops. Including the notorious Bishop James Pike, whose life included multiple marriages, family suicides, participation in séances, and even his own claim of being vexed by poltergeists. So… can any of this possibly have anything at all to do with the gentlemen of Kappa Phi Delta? Well heck yeah it does! One of the wonders of Grace Cathedral was its amazing pipe organ. Touted as “the largest organ West of the Mississippi,” the Aeolian-Skinner instrument boasted some 7,466 pipes. These tubes ranged in size from tiny, offering-pencil size to hollowed out metal telephone poles. Impressive as all get-out – more in just a moment! Well, as luck would have it, one of our guys just happened to be an Episcopalian. And happened to be a member of the Grace congregation. But that’s not all! Doug also just happened to be musician; in this, he also just happened to be one of the official Grace Cathedral organists. Perhaps of a junior status, but a bona fide pedal-stompin’, ivory tickling church musician. And there we were. I think it was a Wednesday evening. Mighta been a Tuesday, or heck, even a Thursday. But I think it was most likely a Wednesday. Doug (“Dougly Do-Right”) Wheelright, Bill “Wynuts” Wyant, Ray Gee, and a few other stalwarts and I were sitting about hoisting a few. Mostly beer; Hank undoubtedly with his bottle of Old Crow, and the rest of us – including Half-Breed Pete - sharing a jug of Red Mountain. Eventually most of the gang faded. Being naturally responsible fellas facing sentences of work or school the next morning, they’d wandered off to bed, leaving Doug, Bill, Ray and myself. Of course we were wide awake and focused, engaged in serious discussions about the state of the world, our campus, and most importantly some shortcomings (very few, of course!) of the Kappa Phi Delta house. Now, Doug was fairly well off. He evidently hailed from a family of means: his normal attire was Brooks Brothers; he often drove a newer, black Chrysler Imperial, and was noted for being quite generous with donations to the House. He had sponsored a number of repairs and basic improvements, including decorating the downstairs pool room/bar as a rathskeller. Nicely done! Well-fueled by wine and beer, we became heavily engaged in discussion about current House needs. And we identified one glaring need: we had noted that during parties, we had a shortage of seating. With living room (parlor) furnishing moved out to make room for dancing, few places remained for guests to perch between dance numbers. And, sometimes seating was dicey even for mid-week dinners. “Why, fellas! I have a solution!” declared Dougie-Doo. We looked at him expectantly; he grinned and said “Guess what! We have surplus chairs at Church! Why, I’ve even already been given approval for a donation of a dozen ‘extra seating’ chairs. All we gotta do is go get ‘em!” Wow! Cool! Free chairs? What a windfall! So just when can we collect these chairs? “Well… how ‘bout right now? I have my car; we can probably put a few in the trunk and just tie the lid down, and the rest in Bill’s Bronco!" Naturally, it didn’t take any more urging for us to be mounted up and headed off to Grace Cathedral. On a Wednesday (?) night. After midnight. But not to worry – we had Doug. And Doug had keys; he was, after all, staff. “Let’s go!” And with that we were off. As I said, it has been said that God has a good sense of humor. A Godly sense of humor, at that. And a good thing, too. In retrospect, I truly do not believe that Doug had received official clearance for the disposition of a dozen or so chairs. And really cool chairs they were! Padded, and upholstered with durable blue vinyl. Gold-painted metal frames. Quite handsome furnishings! And, as they were stackable, we did manage to neatly fit a dozen (or so) into the two vehicles. It meant that one or more of us would be riding back to the house in a fashion which would not be legal today, but this was then and we made it work. But no… I don’t think God would have given the chairs a second thought. However, there was a bit more to the visit. For starters, there was Doug, seated at the console or keyboard or whatever it’s called of the largest organ west of the Mississippi. At a time that was roughly halfway between midnight and sunrise. Playing – quite well, and of course quite loudly – Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor. If you’re not familiar with the piece, think Disney’s Fantasia. Or Captain Nemo at his organ aboard the Nautilus. I doubt if it had ever before been played on that instrument – or since. But I’m here to tell you, it was danged impressive! So, what is the most natural thing in the world to enjoy with good music? Why, snacks, of course! And of course, we had neglected to bring anything along. But wonder of wonders, we rummaged about the altar and discovered a sizable stash of crackers - and bottles of wine! Perhaps not exactly Mouton Rothschild, but certainly better than our normal juice of the vine. The crackers were kind of bland, but heck... they were free, and they wend well with the vino. Oh, yum! After our impromptu concert and noshes, we talked Doug into giving us a tour of the grand minster. He was more than happy to proudly escort us about the place - and we were privileged indeed to see areas never disclosed to the public. Included were the mechanical rooms, the innards of the organ, and even the bell tower! Accessing the tower was a mite dicey; my memory clearly recalls us walking single-file along a very, very narrow path that was not a path at all - might've actually been a rain gutter, probably fifty feet or more above the ground. And that part of the visit is what brought about our abrupt departure. It seems that one of us - um, that just might have been yours truly - found a large wrench, measuring at least four and a half feet in length, leaning in a corner of the tower. Undoubtedly for the purpose of adjusting something with the hanging or ringing apparatus for the HUGE bells. Bells as big as me. Or bigger. But the larger discovery was that said wrench indeed made for a perfectly serviceable substitute bell clapper, or striker. And those bells rang MOST magnificently in the wee hours of the San Francisco night. I was somewhat astonished at Doug's reaction to hearing the splendid (but admittedly loud) peals that echoed about the sleeping city. And I still marvel at the recollection of how quickly he had us out of the tower, back along the path-that-was-not-a-path, off the roof, into our vehicles, and flat-out away from Grace Cathedral. As I said, it's a darn good thing that God has a good, and Godly, sense of humor. And on that night, His guffaws may have been heard above the San Francisco fog in the form of discordant cathedral bells, clanging and tolling at an hour never before - and never again - heard.

So you only do take out?

Wow. Congrats? Your bank robbing days are now officially over -- everyone recognizes you.

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

Found on FB: Barbed wire, widely available after 1874, revolutionized farming and ranching, affording property owners an inexpensive way to delineate their land and keep animals within it. Years later, in the early 1900s, they helped connect rural communities long before the 1940s and 1950s when telephone companies installed poles and lines. Generally, a smooth wire was strung from a store-bought telephone in a house or barn to a barbed wire fence. From there, it hooked into the top strand of barbed wire (most fences had at least three strands) and the telephone signal would follow the length of the wire to a second telephone that was similarly connected down the line. Sometimes as many as 20 or more telephones at various rural homes were connected onto a single barbed-wire system. It wasn’t perfect. Everyone’s phone on the “party line” rang simultaneously, and anyone could listen in on another person’s conversation. Still, it connected isolated families and saved lives in emergencies. Henry Syverud, pictured here installing a telephone line on his Two Triangles Farm in Sheridan County, Montana, noted on this photo, “My right hand shows how wire was spliced onto barb wire fence. The schoolhouse phone installed later.” Photo credit: Syverud, Edgar I., 1885-1966, [Henry Syverud holding a spliced telephone line at a barb wire fence, Sheridan County, Montana]. (1923-07-21). https://www.mtmemory.org/nodes/view/76892.

I've done electrical work in 5 local Popeye's. There's NO WAY that I'd eat in any of them and even if I would eat in them, there is three of them that there's NO WAY I'd go into that area at night. Good on the (probable) manager for protecting her employees and herself.

It's not what duties a PM does, but rather how well he fulfills them. Poll the posse after the match... accepting any criticism gracefully, and work on correcting whatever those might be. Good PMs are not born that way, just like good TOs, they develop along the journey.

Excellent post, SDJ. We have a problem in this country and it's not the Second Amendment.

illl second that with the next round - i dont own a glock , and i wouldnt even want to start a conversation with those girlies , i do have 1911s and some others and i know enough smart girls i can talk to ,

Can't put all the blame on politicians, some needs to go to the voters that vote these people in every election. Some of those politicians or their family or friends may have been injured while ransacking stores and homes and want to give them a better chance at their trade since these aren't covered by workman compensation.

The "emergency " she is using to make these laws is one that she herself is at least partly responsible for. Revolving door courts and liberal judges have been her legacy so far to the people of New Mexico. Thank goodness for term limits! Choctaw

A good donation to GOA or the 2nd Amendment Foundation would be a good start. I have 2 Liberty safes. And don’t have any plans to buy one in the future so I don’t have a dog in this fight. But it certainly doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling that a company that I have supported in the past and has a large firearms owner customer base would sell one of their customers down the river so easily

That was cool. I know you posted that because of the penis shaped gasket, but looking at all the videos below that. With that broken off bolt, and welding a nut to the little bit of bolt that was sticking out, so he could put a wrench on the nut and unscrew the bolt piece. I never would have thought of that. I would have tried to take it out with vice grips.

I normally don't agree with Non Sequitur's liberal views. I wholeheartedly concur with this one!

I know...I know...trust me on this one... BTW, I'm never late.

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I'd knock on that door.

Well, OF COURSE it's legal! It's AN EMERGENCY! The Founders NEVER considered that there might be AN EMERGENCY when they wrote the Constitution, did they? To the question -- I doubt it will stand up to a challenge, and do NOT doubt there will be someone stepping up to push the state into dumping taxpayer funds into defending the unconstitutional decree. I also do not doubt that at the next election cycle, it won't even come up, other than campaign fodder for a 'get tough on guns' theme. It's another, 'We've got to do SOMETHING!' response unsupported by rational thought. The idea that people who are willing to pump 17 shots into another car in a drive-by shooting are going to be deterred by the threat of prosecution for just having a gun they were likely unlawfully possessing to begin with is ludicrous.

The governor (D)... That pretty much explains it. This shouldn't stand any scrutiny in court. This only affects law abiding citizens. Duh... but when do certain politicians care about stopping criminals? They only want to make more criminals. Tyranny...

If you happen to be touching that top strand when someone cranks up their phone, it would deliver a shock you wouldn't soon forget.

If I remember correctly, Wells Fargo marked guns have a long and storied history of being faked. I hope there's plenty of documentation.

You sleep in your Buick Encore half of the night?

One of my house guns, it’s right near my recliner where I sleep almost half the night!

Now Thats A Knock Knock

OOPS! Thought he said NOCK-NOCK!

I hope that they grabbed the idiot by his/her collar and the seat of their drawers and yanked ‘em up off the floor and then marched ‘em out in double time!!