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  1. For almost 2 years, Shortcake and I have worked with 3 of our grandsons to join us in SASS matches. We told them that the cowboy way is the way to become a good person. You use please and thank you, ma’am and sir. And if you don’t work at a match, you don’t shoot. This year they did it again and the kind folks at Marshfield, Missouri exceeded our expectations. Posse 3 voted unanimously to give all three boys the Spirit of the Game award. We were all surprised! The ovation by all at the ceremony was beyond heartwarming. It was a match we will always cherish. Thank you so much fellow shooters for your kindness. From left, Grahambino, Shortcake, Pinhead, and Clay County Kid.
    28 points
  2. We just finished regionals and I have to say I'm very proud of both my little monsters. In a years time they have really improved. My 12 year old son went from 50-60 seconds a stage to averaging 30s in his second year shooting. Dipping to mid 20s from time to time. He cut off over 100 seconds from last year's match. The biggest surprise is evils little angel. My tiny little 9 year old buckerette. She only had two misses this year. She insists on shooting the same .38 loads I use, out of Blackhawks that are almost as big as she is. She managed to drop 435 seconds from last year's time. Cutting over 35 seconds a stage in a year. I wish I could have done that! I give it 2 years and I'll be the slowest in the family. My wife is hitting low twenty's as well
    24 points
  3. I think a toast is in order to the Queen as she lies in state in Scotland this evening. I was saving my last dram of Macallan #5 for a more celebratory occasion but they don’t come often these days.. To the Queen.
    23 points
  4. Under the watchful eye of my instructor of many years, I put my daughter through her paces for her yellow belt test in Kenpo. She is technically my first student.. Afterward, Dan, my instructor, went to his office and put down some notes. Critiquing both me and my daughter. I told my daughter I felt somewhat like Obi-Wan Kenobi training Luke Skywalker (couldn't be Anakin, sorry) under the critical eye of a very tall Yoda. At any rate, he gave me a list (a short one) of things I needed to improve upon. Then the two of us discussed what mistakes he saw her make, things she could improve on, and the like. At the end, though, he determined that her hard work and performance merited promotion. I'm sort of leaning and have my reading glasses on from setting up my phone with the timer and getting back for the picture.
    20 points
  5. Widder called me a "caution" on another thread and it made me grin. Got me to thinking - we all love our brag buckles and awards - but some of my fondest memories have been from the comments/ compliments I have received over the years. Ill share some of mine - please share yours as well. When the SASS convention was held in Las Vegas - it fell on an Eldorado Cowboys shooting weekend; so we somehow got folks to come out to the range and shoot with us. Some of the contingent that came out knew some of us and some did not. I was shooting with one that did not know me and while I remember their alias (pretty well known and respected shooter)- I don't wish to attribute words to anyone that they may have forgotten. But anyways - I was (and still am) an overweight cowboy in Wranglers and a dumb hat and certainly not the shooter you'd pick out of the line up as most likely to blister a stage. So first stage we shot that day - I managed to put together a really good run. At the unloading table as I'm clearing guns - this shooter walks over; looks me up and down with a big grin and says... "You're a mite bit sudden, aint you?" I have always enjoyed that comment. --------------------------------------------- An out of state shooter kept seeing my incessant SASS wire postings hawking Eldorado and decided to give our event a try - he later told me that because of attitudes and politics; he had pretty well given up on CAS - but coming to our shoot, he had felt so welcomed and had so much fun - that we had given him the impetus to become an active shooter again. I have always held on to that as a reminder that words and actions matter and you never know what you do that may affect another. --------------------------------------------- Desert Scorpion always knew she wanted her own identity in SASS; no cutesy play on Creeker crew or sound alike names. She was her own shooter and tried her best to be her own individual on the posse. We were in Tombstone at Bordertown - she was maybe 12 or 13 at the time. And I managed to shoot a pretty good stage; she came up to me and gave me a big hug for my performance. One of the other shooters said, " That's your Dad?" And my daughter responded, "Yeah, Im Creekers Kid". Never really know how your kids view you - knowing she was proud to be my kid meant a lot. --------------------------------------------- There are many more; but this last one still hits home. Know Justice was a fellow cowboy shooter whom we lost to brain cancer a number of years back. He underwent numerous surgeries and attempted to come back after every one of them; with lessening success everytime. I and others, Buffalo Sam most notably made every effort to keep Know Justice on the range and allow him to continue to play as long as possible. Near the end - I would time for Know Justice with my hand wrapped in his suspenders to keep him upright thru the stage - when he was unable to hold his shotgun one handed to load it - we worked out a method where he would keep two hands on his shotgun and I would feed shells into his 97 over his shoulder. When Know Justice passed and we attended his service; we learned that Know Justice had written his own eulogy - he didn't mention his children, his church, his long career; Know Justice used his last words on this mortal plane to say thank you to me and Buffalo Sam for the support and love we had shown him. I don't know how to even aspire to higher praise than that.
    19 points
  6. I just came back from trying to buy a new electric blanket for my guest room. I did some research on line and checked with Consumer Reports. Found one that Westinghouse sells that fits my needs and price, and started to search for someone to sell it to me. Kohl's didn't have one on the shelf and no one working on Sunday that could tell me anything. That's typical of them and the only reason I went in is because it's a five minute drive from my house. Next Stop was at Walmart a half mile further away. They had lots of blankets but none from Westinghouse, even though their website says they carry them. I go looking for someone to help me and went through four people before I got a young man with a badge telling the world that he is a sales rep trainer or some such title. He didn't know squat, couldn't find anything called "Westernhouse". I had to spell it very slowly for him a few times and he said he didn't have in stock. I told him I knew that, but the Walmart website indicated that they carried them. He repeated that they didn't have any in the store and I started to heat up. I told him that I knew that and that I had told him that to start with. Could I order one and have it delivered to my house. He didn't know, he'd ask someone. "Someone" was a lady who came out of the back room eating a sandwich and acted like I was intruding on her world. We went through the whole drill again during which time the lad I stared off with wandered away. Finally I asked If I could order one and have it delivered. "Well, I suppose so, but I don't know." Could she find out? She didn't know. I asked what her job was and was told she was a senior stocker or some such thing. I asked to see a manager and ten minutes later she came back with a man who looked like he'd been dropped off at a bus stop and mugged. He asked what the problem was and I told him what I'd gone through. The woman almost screamed at me that I wasn't going to blame her. I started to reply and she yelled "What do you expect me to do?" and almost ran away. The new guy said, "you were pretty rough on her" (which I hadn't been. I hadn't even had a chance to say anything.)). I stood there few seconds and ask the guy if there was any way I could get the electric blanket. "Well, we hve a lot of electric blankets." "Not the one I want." 'Well, we don't carry that brand." "Your website says you do, so you're lying, incompetent, lazy, or too damed stupid to be out in public." He walked away and was calling the police on his cell phone, telling them that was causing a disturbance and harassing and threatening him and his employees." I left. Next stop was Bed Bath and Beyond. Only about four people working in the whole store and none of them knew anything at all, so rather than going postal I came home, got on Amazon, and will have one delivered Tuesday before 10:00 pm, priced at eleven dollars less than Walmart's price and with free Prime shipping. This is NOT an isolated encounter with idiots who don't care if I buy anything at all or not. A copy of this message is going to Walmart with the observation that Ray Walston would have dumped all of those morons and is probably flipping over in his grave. I'll carry copies to Kohls's and BB&B. It won't do any good, but if a few thousand people wrote they might, but no on e will bother to write. They're the same people who bitch and cry about the country going to hell, but won't bother to vote. Enough ranting. It's probable that a lot of readers of this won't care, either.
    17 points
  7. For the past 4 years I have been known by my SASS Alias, Arizona Gunfighter. Today I decided to honor my father by changing my Alias to Tex Wilson. I contacted SASS Headquarters today and requested the change which was granted. A little history behind the decision for the change. While growing up as a young child, my father, whose real name was Harold Wilson, always played and dressed as a cowboy, right down to the hat, boots and a pair of toy 6 shooters and he acquired the nickname of Tex. As an adult his nickname stayed with him. In fact, in the small town in Iowa where we lived and where I spent the first 14 years of my life, if anyone asked for Harold Wilson, no one in town would know who you were talking about, but if you asked for Tex Wilson, everyone in town knew who Tex was. My dad always dreamed about living out west, being a cowboy and living the cowboy lifestyle, but with a family of 5 children to raise (with me being the oldest) he never got to realize his dream. His hero was John Wayne, and he saw most if not all of John's movies from the 1950's up until he passed away. My Dad was also an avid reader of westerns and I think he read every book written by Zane Grey and Louis Lamour. My Dad passed away in 1991, and 11 years later I moved to Arizona and embraced the cowboy lifestyle that my father would have loved to live if he could've. Four years ago, I joined SASS as the Arizona Gunfighter, but I've never shot in the gunfighter category, and that alias just never really fit who I was, or the category that I shoot in. So, I've decided to embrace the dream that might have become my father's legacy and took his lifelong nickname as my new alias. So, this is for you Dad, I love you, and I miss you and I hope as a SASS cowboy I can fill your shoes and make you proud.
    17 points
  8. Hello Guys, Land Run is not a lost branch match. We have not been able to find a local group, to pick up brass for tips, but we are still looking. As it stands now, we will need to assign brass pickers from posses. With 19 shooters per posse, we should have plenty of help. Flat Top Okie
    17 points
  9. I can't find it now, but I believe I posted a story last December about a local 11-year old Boy Scout. On November 11 he was a passenger in his mom’s Prius, traveling at speed along a curving two-lane road in an unincorporated area. Speed limit on this road is, I believe, 50 MPH. Simple math, this gives a closing speed with oncoming traffic of 100 MPH, plus or minus. Often plus. Suddenly, his mom had a severe seizure, causing her to run through a signal and sideswipe another car. Amazingly, the tiny little guy (all of 4' 5" tall) managed to reach the steering wheel, and guided the vehicle through traffic, successfully avoiding more collisions with other cars. Eventually, he was able to steer the vehicle off the road, where his mom recovered sufficiently to stop and shut it down. More remarkably, while steering with his left hand, he was dialing 9-1-1 with his right. When stopped, he was able to direct first responders to their location. A while later, while he was sitting with him mom in the back of the ambulance shivering from cold and shock, a paramedic wrapped him warmly and told him "Son... you keep this... this is your 'Hero Blanket'." When I heard of the incident I set out to interview the youngster, his mom, and his grand-dad. Then I followed up with discussions with the responding officer, her sergeant, and their lieutenant. I then contacted the County Supervisor’s office for that district and shared the story. To shorten the story, at the December Board of Supervisors meeting, the youngster was given awards by both the County and the California Highway Patrol. It was a really cool ceremony, and among other nice things said was the CHP representatives statement that the young man’s actions had undoubtedly prevented serious crashes and loss of life. Naturally, since he was a Boy Scout (by all of three months), I submitted a nomination for a National-level BSA award through the local Council office. (Boy, was THAT a pile of work!) Anyway, after about three months with no feedback, I asked and was told that it had been rejected by the BSA national office. When I asked why it was rejected (and why nobody had seen fit to advise me), no one would - or could - tell me. In fact, I was pretty harshly chastised for daring to question the rejection. But, me being me, I continued to press the issue and was eventually told that the "rejection" would be appealed. Ultimately, I was advised that the appeal was rejected and was told that in lieu of a National medal, a Council level award would be presented instead (probably a Council Certificate of Merit). All this was verbal; never was any documentation offered up. So Yesterday, the September edition of Scout Life Magazine arrived. With a distribution of well over a million copies, this is the monthly , national BSA magazine, the modern version of the Boy’s Life Magazine we grew up with. One of the featured articles every month is a short, graphic-illustrated article called “Scouts In Action,” which features a Scout doing something remarkable, often something life-saving. Imagine my absolute surprise to discover that the September entry featured none other than our own young Scout. And further, that it proclaimed that he had been awarded the Medal of Merit. I’m proud of the kid… but I'm thinking it might be getting’ close to time for me to retire.
    17 points
  10. Just got back from taking my grandson out on youth hunting day. He toke a 4 point buck at 80 yards. One shot from my AR in 350 legend. Same spot his dad took his first deer.
    16 points
  11. Stage writing has gotten easier as the years pass and SASS has aged. Now-a-days by the time the shooters get to stage three most of them have forgotten all about stages one and two so it is easier to maintain "variety.)
    16 points
  12. I've been wanting to do this for years. I have several rifles made before 1900 and a barrel full of shotguns. But only one Colt Frontier Six Shooter made in 1883. (Jesse James would live two more years when it was made.) A couple of months ago I collected another pre-1900 Colt SAA. Made in 1896 but since degraded to a "Frankenstein" gun by changing the barrel and cylinder to 38 Special. It had been polished to death. The gun had several problems that needed fix before it was ready to play. Then I had to work up a load. The shotgun was my Colt 1878 12 gauge. I can't remember the production date but well before 1900. I shot my Marlin 1889 44WCF. Anyway, I shot Frontier Cartrege Gunfighter last Saturday at the Boonville Regulators range. Funny, I won my category by default but came in last overall. It didn't matter, I met my goal.
    15 points
  13. Clear skies and a gentle breeze. I decided to have lunch on the rocks. A little cheese, summer sausage, crackers, sweet tea and a good view. Is this glamping?
    15 points
  14. 52 years ago today I received my orders to proceed back to the world. I’m drinking a toast to my brothers. Those who made it back from that hell, and those who didn’t. To those who came back whole, and those who came back broken, both in body and in soul.
    14 points
  15. Watching t,he local news and they said there was police activity at a day shelter for the “unhoused”. What?? I swear I can’t keep up with runaway terminology these days. Maybe I’ll just start making up my own. I could be a trend setter. Homeless - Structurally Challenged? Shelter Deprived? Illegal Aliens - Internationally Flexible Individuals Career Criminals - Judicially Experienced
    14 points
  16. She knows me well.
    14 points
  17. Someone once said to me "You look like someone on the set of Jose Wales." At the time, I thought he meant my outfit looked authentic. Thinking of it now, maybe he meant my shooting skills were like the dudes that got shot down without a chance.
    13 points
  18. Nov 21st. https://www.durangotrain.com/excursions/cascade-canyon-express/?utm_source=newsletter_397&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=gear-up-for-fall
    13 points
  19. Recently a Pard was looking for a pen. My good friend Totes Magoats said “Two things you can count on with ole Hoss. He will always have a pen and a big smile” I hope I never take this game so seriously that I forget it’s about having fun, spending time with my friends and making new friends.
    12 points
  20. This is why I order a lot of stuff from Amazon, even though I can't stand Bezos.
    12 points
  21. I deactivated that feature immediately after that! I also put tape over the camera on my own laptop (and am unable to participate in ZOOM meetings).
    12 points
  22. A comment from Fr. Justin Patterson, St. Athanasius Orthodox Church, Nicholasville Kentucky: Why might an American and an Orthodox Christian (living in a land that threw off royal rule nearly 250 years ago) be deeply affected by the passing of Queen Elizabeth II, ruler of what is now a tiny island nation? Here's why this moment means a lot to me: 1). She consistently modeled (however imperfectly) a kind and committed Christian Faith. “I am Christian” has been spoken clearly and faithfully from her lips since she ascended the British throne until her last days. How rare is that? 2). Though ensconced in the most extreme symbols of earthly power and might, in her own person and manner, the queen revealed that her real greatness rested (rather) in her incredible capacity for listening, presence, kindness, consistency, and faithfulness. She exercised a kind of "pastoral" ministry across her lands and throughout the world. 3). Though monarchs traditionally exercise their own “will,” it seems that the life of this queen bears witness to the opposite: that she gave up her will, committing herself to conserving and preserving and safeguarding the best traditions of her people–inconvenient as they might have been to her personally--as they had been passed down to her. She was a woman of duty before God to her country and her people (and the world.) 4). The traditions of her land have passed over to my life as an American: the English language (which I love,) the British traditions of rule and law, and even the sense of how things ought to work in society--all of these things connect my life in Kentucky and her life in Britain. Her Majesty was a beautiful (though imperfect) symbol of the best of those traditions and I am grateful to God for her steady hand; and for her being an "icon" of service in an unsteady and uncaring world.
    12 points
  23. The Queen is dead! Long Live the King! As a junior officer I had the honour of meeting Her Majesty in 1967, when she presented our regiment with new colours. The flag outside my home now flies at half staff.
    12 points
  24. I saw a commercial for some cartoon show one one of the characters called another one his little cinnamon bun. Suddenly, I flashed back to the last time I was walking through the Charlotte airport waiting for a very early flight. None of the vendors were open yet and I was hungry. Then I smelled it. Cinnamon!! I turned the corner on the concourse and there it was. SHINING IN THE DARKNESS. A CINNABON! I said, I’ll get small one and eat it on the plain. I got one the size of a medium pizza and by the boarding time the only thing left was the crumbs all over my face. Damn you Cinnabon. Right now if I spotted a 5 year old kid with a cinnamon roll I would take it, knock him down and eat it while laughing maniacally. I’m not proud of it.
    12 points
  25. I'm not convinced that its the reload(s) that might make a GF feel hindered but rather the technique(s) that are used by the shooters. Example: A traditional style shooter might shoot 1 round (or 5), open the loading gate to insert the 6th round in the empty chamber and then fire that 6th round. Then draw the 2nd pistol and repeat the procedure, same as the first pistol. Twelve rounds fired, but 2 pistols had to be manipulated in the process. A Gunfighter can shoot BOTH pistol for 10 rounds, holster one of the empty pistols, and pop open the loading gate of the 'active' pistol, kick out 1 empty.....load 2 live rounds...... rotate the cylinder about 3 clicks and Pow, Pow. Twelve rounds fired, but only ONE pistol had to be manipulated during the process. And there may be other techniques that the shooter is more proficient but MY thinking is if the shooter KNOWS and Familiar with the procedure he/she needs to use, it's probably not any disadvantage at all. Matter of fact, it could be an advantage, depending upon the proficiency of the GF. I could go back to bed and dream about this little more......... but what fun would that be..... Y'All have a great day. ..........Widder
    12 points
  26. EGGGGGZACKLY! Folks, believe it or not, you can have more than one brass picker while running a stage. Phantom
    12 points
  27. "It’s Friday night, 9/23/22. Under cover of darkness, the police department lobby intercom buzzes: Dispatcher: “Santa Rosa Police, how can I help you?” Visitor: “Hi, are any officers available to arm wrestle me?” Dispatcher: “Uh, excuse me?” Visitor: “We’re doing a scavenger hunt, and one of the items is to find a police officer to arm wrestle.” Dispatcher: “Sir, I need you to stay right there. I will be downstairs in a minute with a camera phone and an officer.” Though the actual dialogue has been dramatized for effect, the request was made and fulfilled! Around 50 teens and group leaders with the Calvary Chapel of the Rock Youth Group, spent their Friday night working in groups and competing with each other to see who could complete a scavenger hunt first. One of the groups decided to come straight to the source to complete one of their tasks. Sgt. Dunn represented SRPD in the arm wrestling competition, ultimately losing a hard fought battle (to someone we think was a ringer ). As we all laughed and thanked each other for the fun, a voice from the back said, “Oh, there’s ‘foot race a police officer’ on the list too!” Enter Officer McAuliffe and his 30-pounds of gear. Jury is out on who really won that race, but as you can hear Sgt. Dunn saying in the background, there was a “yard sale” in the parking lot for all of the equipment flying off Officer McAuliffe’s vest during the short race. Thank you Calvary Chapel of the Rock Youth Group for letting us share in your fun Friday night! It was just the right amount of awesome on an otherwise very busy Friday night!" https://fb.watch/fLc5x3jCKl/
    11 points
  28. We had a shooter today that had a rifle jam prior to any rounds going down range. We let him go to the unloading table and clear the jam, reload his rifle and stay at the unloading until they next shooter finished the stage. We then let him come back up and shoot the stage Randy
    11 points
  29. Simple question in the OP and Palewolf gave a simple, concise answer. No fuss, no muss. But then the thread got locked. Seriously? That was the recipe for at LEASE four more pages, a Time Out and possibly a ban from The Wire. Way to take away our fun Pale Wolf. P.S. I know the OP asked for that thread to be locked. So what? He's Krazy.
    11 points
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