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Our family gun shop is located in a small town about 50 miles from Las Vegas. Within that small town there are around five actual brick and mortar gun shops - four of them are decently located in high traffic areas on main roads... And then there is ours; well off the beaten path built on the back portion of my Mom's residence property. No one finds us "by accident". Had a 94 year old gentleman come to our shop yesterday to consign some firearms with us. No big deal - we get a fair number of consignments. But this gentleman was consigning his life long collection with us - including a fairly large collection of new in box unfired Colts. He had never been to our shop before - didn't live in Pahrump. We asked him, "Why us? Why not a shop in Las Vegas or one of the other shops he had to pass to come to us?" He responded that he was 94 years old and wanted to ensure he was treated fairly and if he happened to pass before his collection was liquidated - he wanted to know his wife would not be cheated. He had asked around and apparently our name kept coming up as a good choice. So a man we had never met - traveled an hour to a little shop in nowhere Nevada to entrust us with well over $20,000 of firearms in the first batch - simply because of we are known for doing people right. It is nice to have a good reputation.

Other fans as well as the players should not have to listen to such extreme rudeness. Lifetime bans should be imposed not only on this jerk but on those who use continuously use foul language and/or drink themselves into a stupor. I would like to take kids and grandkids to a ball park without having them listen to such trash. Want to curse and get drunk? Do it at home while watching a game on TV. Manners are important when in public.

Today was day one of my first shoot after 3 years of watching our son shoot. Thought I was prepared. Read first stage over and over again told myself I had the sequence down. Got online first shot with rifle……. yup you guessed it wrong target. Started day with a “P” and several misses. Looked back after finishing stage and saw the ear to ear grin on my son’s face. Wish I had started shooting with him sooner. Had a blast and cannot wait to go back tomorrow and finish last 4 stages.

Long guns shall have their actions open with chambers and magazines empty and muzzles pointed in a safe direction when transported at a match. SHB p.18 Action Open (lever & pump action long guns) – BOLT not closed completely. Action Open– (SxS & single-shot firearms) – functional firearm that opens without manipulation of the release mechanism (e.g., top/side lever/button) SHB p.43 HOWEVER! At the very first TG Summit a proposal was accepted for Match Directors to add "...unless enclosed in a case or scabbard" to their Range Rules. It was decided to NOT CODIFY that exception...and it was NOT RECORDED in the meeting minutes. If/when allowed, due diligence at the unloading table was stressed (as well as at the shooter's vehicle pre-match). That exception has since been applied (by some Match officials) to include long guns transported in fully enclosed gun carts. Always check with Match/Range officials to verify their policy regarding long gun transport requirements.

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Picked these up for 2k all 3. Pretty stoked!

All my life until about 10 years ago, my doctor was an MD. Whenever a blood test came back with something too low or too high, a prescription was promptly issued, and I marched down to the pharmacy for another bottle of pills. Switched to D.O. (Doctor of Osteopathic medicine) Blood test numbers were questioned: ie, have you changed any eating habits, exercise habits, etc. Why are you on three different blood pressure medicines? Has your blood lead level been tested (after lifestyle was discussed)? The D.O. just seemed much more thorough in asking about why something was happening instead of automatically slapping a bottle of pills in my hand. Just sharing in case some pards are getting tired of the bottle of pills merry go round. And yes, I am feeling and doing much better.

This box turtle has been under foot around our buildings for at least 20 years. He(or she) is unique with a hole in its shell in lower left. It would come out in our sawmill and munch up night crawlers that would come out of the rich soil of the floor. Somehow it has survived thousands of trucks and other traffic on our farm. Although I've not tried to handle it, it is comfortable with me being close. It doesn't pull in or try to run away.

First shoots are something to remember with humor and hold as a benchmark for seeing how far you have come a year or so down the road!! Never mind the grin on the kid’s face!! Check the one on yours!! You’re gonna find that you are happy just to be among folks like yourself who enjoy what they’re doing and want to share it with everybody!! WELCOME!! Now you have an excuse to spend your kid’s inheritance!! 🤣 BE SAFE! HAVE FUN!!!

Let’s talk about a little Southern word that packs a whole lot of mystery: “directly.” Now, if you’re not from around here, you might think “I’ll be over there directly” means immediately, like someone is dropping everything and heading your way at lightning speed. Oh bless your heart. You sweet, literal thing. But in the South? “Directly” is not about time. It’s about intention. It’s a soft promise. A gentle nod. A “soon-ish, maybe after I finish what I’m doing, but don’t rush me” kind of word. My Grandpa used to say it all the time. “Grandpa, when you coming in for supper?” “I’ll be in directly.” That might mean five minutes… it might mean when the sun goes down and the garden’s watered, the dogs are fed, and he’s had time to sit on the porch while watching the squirrels fuss at each other. And yet we never doubted him. We knew he’d be there. Just not right now. See, “directly” in the South is a lesson in patience. It’s a little time cushion wrapped in charm. It tells you someone is coming, but on their own time, and you best not rush em. It’s polite procrastination with a drawl. So no, maybe not everybody says it, but down here, it stuck. It became part of the rhythm of life. Like sweet tea and slow sunsets. Like sitting a spell or fixing to do something. When my Grandpa said “I’ll be over there directly,” it didn’t matter how long it took, he always showed up. And that’s the thing: It’s not about the clock. It’s about the follow through. And that’s the kind of Southern I hope to always be. The kind that may not rush, but always shows up. #SouthernSayings #DirectlyMeansEventually https://www.facebook.com/share/1Aapgfsv9q/?mibextid=wwXIfr

I love staying at home most of the time. If you can swing retirement, do it as soon as possible. It minimizes contact with jerks.

And to add more proudness this was the first shoot where we shot the ammo we reloading. Everything went bang the way it was supposed to. Win win today.

I added carpeting to the master bathroom a few months ago. I like it so well I'm thinking about running it all the way up to the house.

Want more smoke? Use more powder!

Buying a ticket to see a sporting event gets you in the door. It does NOT give someone carte blanche to be an a$$. Don’t like a players performance? Comes with the territory. If you have something to say that you wouldn’t tell your mom at family dinner, keep it to yourself! Don’t understand the mentality of some people! Regards Gateway Kid

Do SASS rules allow for posthumous induction to the Hall of Fame? Hells Comin deserves to be inducted.

Happy 99th Bday WWII Vet Mel Brooks! During WWII Melvin Kaminsky was sent to Europe with a field artillery unit, he thought he would be a radio operator. In need of combat engineers, though, the Army noticed the young private's military operational specialty the military service had trained him as an electrical engineer saw the word "engineer" and immediately reassigned him. Instead of receiving and sending coded messages, Kaminsky's new assignment was far more dangerous. His main responsibility would be to defuse land mines, but true to his nature, he joked about what possibly could go wrong. "I said, 'Oh, you don't really want me to do that, do you?'" he recalled in a 2022 interview. "'I mean, you know I'm liable to get blown up.'" Despite any misgivings about working in close proximity to explosive devices, Kaminsky survived, changed his name to Mel Brooks and went on to become the comedic genius behind such laugh-out-loud classics as "Blazing Saddles," "Young Frankenstein" and "The Producers." His sense of humor served him well during World War II as Brooks found himself far from his native New York where, as a teenager, he first honed his timing on stage while working as a comic during the summers in the Catskill Mountains and too close to the Nazis for his comfort. Brooks' military journey began when the Army drafted him in 1944. He was sent to the Virginia Military Institute, where he studied electrical engineering and learned skills related to his role as a cavalry officer. During those drills, instructors taught Brooks how to ride a horse and wield a saber, skills for which he didn't have much use while growing up impoverished in Brooklyn after his father died when he was 2 years old. Brooks' military education continued during basic training at Fort Sill in Oklahoma, where he learned the ins and outs of field artillery and "how to put Camel cigarettes in my ears. My ears are still yellow to this day." In November 1944, Brooks and his yellowed ears arrived in Europe as a forward artillery observer with the 78th Infantry Division before transferring to the 1104th Engineer Combat Group. Brooks participated in the Battle of the Bulge -- Germany's final major offensive on the Western Front -- but to his everlasting good fortune, he was not involved in the most intense fighting. Still, harm's way was never far away for the 1104th, which routinely dodged enemy fire as they worked ahead of the front lines; sometimes, they even engaged in close combat with German troops. Mel Brooks served as an Army combat engineer in Europe during World War II. Shown in this May 17, 2017, Mel Brooks served as an Army combat engineer in Europe during World War II. (Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP File Photo) The 1104th's role was crucial. When Brooks' unit was not building bridges over rivers or streams, allowing Allied troops to cross in their military trucks and tanks, or destroying pillboxes or clearing roads, they usually searched for land mines. To do that, they literally poked and prodded. "You would have to probe the earth lightly with your bayonet, and if you heard, 'Tink! Tink! Tink!' you knew there was something dangerous underneath," Brooks explained. "You had to be careful." When they discovered a land mine, one of the service members gingerly approached the explosive, deployed a whisk broom to remove any dirt from the area carefully and then disabled the lethal device. During these tense moments, Brooks said, others in the platoon hunkered down a (relatively) safe distance area away, their helmets offering only so much protection and praying the next sound they heard would not be: Boom! Not all mines were the same, either. Some were small and, unlike the larger ones, somewhat limited in the amount of damage they caused, relatively speaking. Others were more intricate, more deadly and involved tripwires; one that Brooks remembered in particular was the "Bouncing Betty," an S-mine that, when tripped, would bounce chest high and spew shrapnel in all directions. Then there were the booby traps, which unleashed their carnage when their targets least suspected it. Brooks said the 1104th’s combat engineers always were wary anywhere they went, even to the bathroom when pulling on the chain of a toilet could spring a booby trap. "To this day, even though I'm not a soldier and I'm not in Germany and I'm not in a war, if I enter a toilet with a pull chain behind the commode, I have a tendency to stand on the bathroom seat and peer into the tank above to see if there is a booby trap ... which hardly makes sense in a restaurant in New York," Brooks recalled to HistoryNet. Somehow Brooks, who saw only three months of combat, survived. Along the way, the born entertainer noticed some absurdities of military life, including his military job ("I was a combat engineer. Isn't that ridiculous? The two things I hate most in the world are combat and engineering."); how a soldier's food was usually served in one pile when they bivouacked, no matter what it was ("To this day, I'm vaguely nostalgic for some sliced peaches on top of my beef bourguignon."); and simply missing some things he took for granted as a civilian ("I'd never gone to the toilet before with 16 other guys sitting next to me. I would go crazy waiting for the latrine to be free of people so I could rush in, do my stuff and rush out. It took a lot of getting used to."). Brooks, who was honorably discharged as a corporal, remained in Europe after World War II, helping with the Allied occupation and, much more in line with his natural gift for comedy, telling jokes and emceeing talent shows for the remaining troops stationed there. That lasted until Brooks returned home in April 1946. When Brooks spotted the Statue of Liberty, he became emotional, appreciative for making it through the war safely as well as for what the military had done for him. "The Army didn't rob me of my youth," Brooks, who will turn 99 on June 28, 2025, said, "It really gave me quite an education. If you don't get killed in the Army, you can learn a lot." #WW2 #USMilitary #Melbrooks #Soldiers #USarmy #History #Militarylife #specialforces https://www.facebook.com/share/p/15wdgkrpku/?mibextid=wwXIfr

Even when I take my Grandpa somewhere and he tells me to use his handicap tag, I just drop him off as close to the door as I can get and then go park in the back. He is being driven around so he doesn’t need it and someone else could use that spot. I got legs that still work, I’ll walk from the back of the lot.

Just picked this up today to match my 5 1/2" Colt. It's the Great Western II Hand of God model with the gold cross inlay (which I don't really care for, gonna replace with Colt "eagle" grips). Supposed to have a real, sorta, form of case hardening and nicer blue. I can tell you it has the smoothest action out of the box I've felt, no aftermarket springs/tuning needed. Best part, it was less than half the cost of the Colt.

You Folks in Callifornia sure have alot of gizmos.....We're on the list for indoor plumbing, should, just be, couple years... Texas Red

for inexpensive you need a time travel machine lol BRB

You need to tell him that to keep clean water, he should use less laundry detergent. He need to start wearing his underwear for 4 days, frontwards, backwards, inside, and outside.

In 2019 as part of my vacation from Texas to the East I visited Battleship Cove and they had two PT boats on display inside a building. Here are photos I took of them.

A fitting poem for our shooting pard and friend: A Cowboy Psalm Dear God, only You know when I'll reach the end of my trail, So I want you to know I'm grateful. A hundred times I've been thrown by life And a hundred times You've lifted me back in the saddle. Every morning I see Your smile in the sunrise over the prairie And taste Your breath in the sage on the wind. You put the aches in my bones at sunset to remind me that I'm still alive, And the stars in the midnight sky to keep me humble. I know that You love me. When I've thirsted You've been my drink And Your words have been my bread. You catch me when I tangle my spurs, You keep me from taking the crooked path. You gave Your Son for my immortal soul. And I know, Lord, that when I am judged You won't care how long I stayed on– But how well I rode. ©Copyright2002 Boston John Doucette RIP my friend! TB

Such a great loss to the SASS community and especially the Arizona cowboy family. Phil was always very nice and supportive of Kat (as all the AZ cowboys/cowgirls are) when I was away working. Yet a reminder that we never know when our time is done and we will be called away. “Live Everyday; No Regrets” Our condolences to Phil’s family and his cowboy friends. Prayers for all. Vic and Kat