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  1. I had to show this Video of a good TO, Lucky Lead Pepper, helping Deadwood Miner through a stage! By the way Deadwood was 93 when this video was made, he’s 94 now and shot this month at Wartrace, he’s my hero!! Randy
    5 points
  2. YEE HAW!!! The Boss just gave me the ok to attend this fine affair. She called in the "Grammy" a professional little person watching specialist in her absence so I can be there. God bless my wife, she knows when a man just needs a weekend away with six shooters, shotguns and Tennessee whiskey. Best sport best people anywhere. Registration in the mail shortly!
    5 points
  3. A defendant was on trial for murder in Philadelphia. There was strong evidence indicating guilt, but there was no corpse. In the defense’s closing statement the lawyer, knowing that his client would probably be convicted, resorted to a trick. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have a surprise for you all," the lawyer said as he looked at his watch. "Within one minute, the person presumed dead in this case will walk into this courtroom." He looked toward the courtroom door. The jurors, somewhat stunned, all looked on eagerly. A minute passed. Nothing happened. Finally the lawyer said, "Actually, I made up the previous statement. But you all looked on with anticipation. I, therefore, put it to you that there is reasonable doubt in this case as to whether anyone was killed and insist that you return a verdict of not guilty." The jury, clearly confused, retired to deliberate. A few minutes later, the jury returned and pronounced a verdict of guilty. "But how?" inquired the lawyer. "You must have had some doubt; I saw all of you stare at the door." Answered the jury foreman: "Oh, we did look. But your client didn’t."
    5 points
  4. I was on a Posse at the SouthEast Regional last year with Lucky Lead Pepper and TN Williams. BOTH are super TO's and hard working posse members. Obviously, Randy St Eagle has been a good example and teacher..... ..........Widder
    4 points
  5. I took my new Henry to the gun club today to shoot it. I took some hand loads and a box of Black Hill 250 grain .45 Colt. It was windy and part of the rifle range was in use so instead of setting up paper targets I shot steel target. The range has a variety of steel targets set up from 15 yards to 100 yards. I am very impressed with this gun. I like the balance, the way it handles and I like the tube loading feature. It also has side loading. With the Black Hills Ammo I was hitting 4” steel plates out to 75 yards. I had some 205 grain bullets over 5.9 grains of Trail Boss. It was like eating white cake after having chocolate ice cream with chocolate covered almonds and caramel. Blech… I then switched to my Taffin load. 255 grain RNFP over 8 grains of Unique. Man, what fun. It hit nearly everything I aimed at out to 100 yards. I just had to do a little reckoning at 100. I really dig the fiber optic sights. I could kick myself for not getting one sooner. Next range trip will be to see what it really likes. I want to make a special load just for this gun using 255 grain BCS RNFP bullets. This carbine has a high grin factor.
    4 points
  6. Woohoo!! We'll be glad to have you there!
    3 points
  7. Several years ago I ordered some stuff from Midway. I was visiting my daughter in Atlanta. And I tracked this every day, because she lived in an apartment and I wasn't sure how they handled packages there. We shall say that it was due to arrive on the 8th. Because I don't recall the exact date. On the 5th the tracking said it was in Atlanta post office, and I was happy because I thought that meant I would get it 3 days earlier than I expected. On the 6th tracking said it was in Athens post office. On the 7th it was still in the Athens post office. But on the 8th it came back to Atlanta, and was delivered on the estimated day of arrival. Apparently it was against the rules to deliver it 3 days early.
    3 points
  8. In May it will be ten years since my wife Delia Rose and I started Cowboy Action Shooting. As of Trailhead last week at THSS, I've now competed in 99 matches! Here's a chart with a moving 5-match average of my average time per stage. (I'm a math guy I can't help myself) It took me about a year to get the hang of things and dramatically reduce my stage times. The spikes you see after that are when I did our local club's Wild Bunch category, which adds extra rounds and time. I switched from regular two-handed pistols to Gunfighter category four years ago at Trailhead 2020. My times went up a bit with it at first, but I have really improved within the last year after getting some good advice from other Gunfighter shooters. The best part of this sport is the interactions with other shooters. My stage times are now in the upper-20s or low-30s most of the time. I hope to eventually average in the 20s every match. I've done it a couple of times now, so I know I can keep getting better.
    3 points
  9. I'll stick with the original, Green Jalapeno, or Chipotle. Others I like are Tapatio and Cholula. Get much over that and all it is is hot with no flavor.
    3 points
  10. Regardless of the factors involved in the collision and what could/should have been done, what needs to happen NOW is get the wreckage cleared, the channel opened, and resume shipping operations! There will be ample time and opportunity for further investigation, analysis, and sadly, finger pointing, recrimination, and denial of any and all responsibility! Get what needs to be done to resume commerce and navigation now and then do whatever is needed to prevent it from happening again!!
    3 points
  11. PFFFT! That's nothing! I tracked a parcel from a friend in N. Carolina, to Seattle, to Vancouver, WA. then to Vancouver, BC, to Montreal, Quebec, then Heathrow, in the UK, back to Montreal, Quebec, on to Winnipeg, Manitoba, back to Montreal, then here to Ottawa, Ontario. Now it was during Covid, so who knows why.
    2 points
  12. We must blame something that can't vote! Second City Cop: The End Game Revealed
    2 points
  13. For over 10 years I have refused to get a 44-40 caliber gun. Absolutely adamant I tell. LOL The 44-40 is a fiddley case, prone to bend easy, bottle neck rubbish and a bugger to expand and load and an extra step to crimp. Plus very easy to get mixed in with 45 colt. A person would have to be out of their mind to own one. Monday, I swing by to pick up some canvas loading bags I ordered from a nice lady. ( Jax Leather) and the husband said I looking to sell some sequential S/N Uberti 73’s all tricked out and a slicked up 73 Oct barrel Uberti steel ringer. (4speed w/posi traction and 3 duces) And he said “they are 44-40”. I picked up one pistol and my fingers would not move to the open position when I tried to set it down and walk away. I felt off balance so I picked up the other pistol. The same thing happened to the other hand. My first thought in times of stress is ‘God, grant me the courage to accept the things I cannot change’ The loading bags are great and very pleased. To keep this happy train rolling, I went to my local gun store this AM and they had a consignment NIB Starline 44-40 brass 500 count. (under a 100 bucks) This brass is gonna work really great in my new black powder SAS shooting irons. 44-40 of course. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it! SASS gives me more fun than any person should deserve.
    2 points
  14. Kid, I know whereof you speak. I started out in the game with 45 Colt, and sympathetically listened to pards complain about their troubles reloading the 44WCF. Even politely listened to them telling me that my 45 Colt Uberti 1873 rifle was an affront to all Winchesters, everywhere, withheld my retorts and simply smirked to myself about how easy the 45 Colt is to load! And then came a feller down in South Texas offering up an AWA Lightning for a bargain basement like price! OOO, my imagination took off with flights of fancy as to what a wonderful addition to my WB arsenal this would be... and maybe even sneak it into a cowboy match or three! ACH DU LIEBER! It's a .44-40! A painful debate raged in the my head! To 44WCF or not to 44WCF... An obvious philosophical conundrum! As luck would have it, Starline had just put in on their "ok to backorder" list... Two obvious signs the die was cast... or, as a practical matter... yet to be ordered. So, off to Midway for a set of RCBS Cowboy dies, to Dillon for a conversion kit and to a local bullet purveyor to see what could be had. Yes, I crushed a case or two... Tends to happen when you don't line up the case with the sizing die... Or forget to replace the locating button by the powder drop and think that "just a little more force" might overcome the hesitation mid-way thru the stroke! And yes... the trombone rifle is a fun addition to the WB arsenal!
    2 points
  15. Certainly!! I like and use, in no particular order of preference, Tapatio, Valentina, Boerne Brand Texas Red, Dirty Dick’s Original, Taco Bell Hot, and a couple one time brands that friends have given me as gifts. I also have several home grown peppers from my mom’s and my brother’s gardens. AND!! I have two of the Dave’s Insanity special blend that came in the little wooden coffin! I opened one and sometimes use a single drop in certain recipes.
    2 points
  16. When we travelled in Germany with our AF son, the guest houses would always offer soft-boiled eggs for breakfast, along with tubes of pate of different types, and many other tasty items. I never saw anyone eat these eggs, except my son, so I've never seen this method, but it sure looks good to me! I would add salt and pepper, but that's just me. And I want one NOW! Reviving a 65-year-old memory, Mom would make me a soft-boiled egg, and add it to a bowl of torn-up white bread, to absorb the yolk. And a cup of tea with milk and sugar. That's tomorrow's breakfast, for sure!
    2 points
  17. This test will make you feel very stupid....... This test makes you think before you answer! And of course, answers are below. (No peeking ahead of time!) Good luck! 1. Johnny's mother had three children. The first child was named April. The second child was named May. What was the third child's name? 2. There is a clerk at the butcher shop, he is five feet ten inches tall and he wears size 13 sneakers. What does he weigh? 3. Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the world? 4. How much dirt is there in a hole... that measures two feet by three feet by four feet? 5. What word in the English Language... is always spelled incorrectly? 6. Billy was born on December 28th, yet his birthday is always in the summer. How is this possible? 7. In California, you cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg. Why not? 8. What was the President's Name...in 1975? 9. If you were running a race, and you passed the person in 2nd place, what place would you be in now? 10. Which is correct to say, "The yolk of the egg are white" or "The yolk of the egg is white"? 11. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks in the other field, how many haystacks would he have if he combined them all in another field? Here are the Answers: 1. Johnny's mother had three children. The first child was named April. The second child was named May. What was the third child's name? Answer: Johnny, of course. 2. There is a clerk at the butcher shop, he is five feet ten inches tall, and he wears size 13 sneakers. What does he weigh? Answer: Meat. 3. Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the world? Answer: Mt. Everest; it just wasn't discovered yet. [You're not very good at this are you?] 4. How much dirt is there in a hole that measures two feet by three feet by four feet? Answer: There is no dirt in a hole. 5. What word in the English Language is always spelled incorrectly? Answer: Incorrectly 6. Billy was born on December 28th, yet his birthday is always in the summer. How is this possible? Answer: Billy lives in the Southern Hemisphere. 7. In California, you cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg. Why not? Answer: You can't take pictures with a wooden leg. You need a camera to take pictures. 8. What was the President's Name in 1975? Answer: Same as is it now - Joe Biden 9. If you were running a race, and you passed the person in 2nd place, what place would you be in now? Answer: You would be in 2nd. Well, you passed the person in second place, not first. 10. Which is correct to say, "The yolk of the egg are white" or "The yolk of the egg is white"? Answer: Neither, the yolk of the egg is yellow [Duh] 11. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks in the other field, how many haystacks would he have if he combined them all in another field? Answer: One. If he combines all of his haystacks, they all become one big one. IMPOSSIBILITIES IN THE WORLD 1) You can't count your hair. 2) You can't wash your eyes with soap. 3) You can't breathe through your nose when your tongue is out. Put your tongue back in your mouth!! Ten (10) Things I know about you. 1) You are reading this. 2) You are human. 3) You can't say the letter ''P'' without separating your lips. 4) You just attempted to do it. 6) You are laughing at yourself. 7) You have a smile on your face and you skipped No. 5. 8) You just checked to see if there is a No. 5. 9) You laugh at this because you are a fun loving person & everyone does it too. 10) You are probably going to send this to see who else falls for it TO ALL MY INTELLIGENT FRIENDS Keep that brain working; try to figure this one out... See if you can figure out what these seven words all have in common? 1. Banana 2. Dresser 3. Grammar 4. Potato 5. Revive 6. Uneven 7. Assess Give it another try... Look at each word carefully. You'll kick yourself when you discover the Answer. This is so cool..... No, it is not that they all have at least 2 double letters.... Answer: In all of the words listed, if you take the first letter, place it at the end of the word, and then spell the word backwards, it will be the same word. Did you figure it out?
    2 points
  18. I like that one and Tapatio. I like green Tabasco on steak once in a while. It’s good on grilled fish too. I have never understood the drive or the need for these super hot spices and sauces. They can have at it, for all I care. I just think one day we’ll be reading the news about stomach cancer being a very frequent thing here in the US.
    2 points
  19. I'll stick to the original. I use Tabasco for the flavor, not the heat.
    2 points
  20. 2 points
  21. OK, Lets first separate what a pilot should do vs what a desperate pilot can do. With an engine out, a pilot shouldn't even attempt to take off. A desperate pilot would want to get away so they would continue to taxi while shutting down the now damaged engine. The take off parameters are going to change as the plane will need more runway to achieve take off speed. So, as long as there is enough runway, the AC will still be capable of taking off. Maneuverability will suffer so they will want to avoid maneuvers that exacerbate controlability of the aircraft. Now for other scenarios. Loosing one engine after starting down the runway will not cause the AC to crash as long as the pilot is competent and well versed in the emergency procedures for that particular AC. This is true for all twin engine AC be they jets or props. The takeoff will not be fun and one little mistake could cause it to crash but on one engine the AC could still take off. One caveat is that all other parameters required for takeoff are within limits. ie: winds, runway length, air density etc. Modern multi engine AC are designed with enough reserve power to allow them to take off after losing an engine as long as the pilot is competent enough to perform the necessary emergency procedures correctly.
    2 points
  22. I'd feel sorry for people who still live in California, but so many that I know personally don't bother to vote, won't write letters to anyone, are not NRA members for whatever reason, probably don't belong to any pro-gun groups, and simply sit around and bitch about the conditions there. I couldn't convince most to change and tired of beating the drum alone and moved out of that once great, but no longer, cess pool.
    2 points
  23. 2 points
  24. STRUT Sheriff Linn Keller assumed the badge when Tom Landers allowed as he'd had the job long enough, he was tired, his aches and pains persuaded him to hand the star off to someone younger. The new Sheriff promptly arrested the saloon's owner, the bank's manager, took a Territorial Marshal's kindness and hired in a bookkeeper, who listed the financial sins and wrongdoings of both businesses: Linn gave Dirty Sam a choice, by virtue of setting a table in front Sam's jail cell, dropping a bag of silver in the middle and stobbing two knives into the tabletop: Sell the Silver Jewel for this poke of hard coin, or pick up a knife and we'll settle it once and for all. Dirty Sam and the crooked banker did not last long in prison, Linn turned the Silver Jewel from a dirty saloon and whorehouse, into a respectable business and restaurant: when word spread that the games were straight and the new owner had a screw loose -- he just honestly gave the restaurant part to an Irishwoman he'd only just met, he'd handed the saloon part off to the barkeep as his own -- then he threw out the weighted wheels, he'd burnt marked and tapered cards, he'd thrown card sharpers and cheats out with great ceremony (and vigor) -- it took some time, it took all the funds he had, but the Silver Jewel became just that -- a jewel -- clean and sparkling, there on the main street, freshly painted, brightly trimmed, with offices and hotel rooms in the second story. Sheriff Linn Keller was seen taking a man by the throat -- not just pinning him against the wall, but hauling him off his feet and holding him there -- he was seen facing up to and facing down large and angry men armed with a variety of weapons, he was seen taking troublemakers by the collar and the belt and dunking them in the nearest horse trough, and he was seen to throw his recalcitrant four legged office chair out into the street and take an ax to the damned thing when it dumped him over backwards one time too many. This hard man, who'd survived a cannon blowing up beside him and stoving in some ribs, this man who'd been shot, stabbed, cut, run into and run over, earned the respect of hard men, not just because his word was Law, but because he was unfailingly, even-handedly, fair. He never failed to hear a man out: if there was a dispute, he would hear one man out completely, then he would hear the other man out completely. For this he was respected. This hard man, this pale-eyed badge packer with a temper he tried hard not to let slip, raised a hand to a woman this one fine day. In fairness, the woman was quite young. Quite young. I believe she was about four years old, as a matter of fact. The Sheriff's green-eyed wife was very carefully not watching as he did, for this ladylike little four year old was walking the narrow top plank of the wooden corral fence, her hand laid over her Daddy's knuckles: as long as she had a hand on her Daddy, she was steady and sure footed: the moment she raised her hand from his, she got kind of wobbly. The Sheriff was a strong man, a man of authority and of justice, and as such, he cultivated a very reassuring voice, and he put this voice to work with this four year old daughter of his. Angela Keller survived a terrible train wreck that killed her birth-parents -- an iron rail worked loose, as too often happened with iron rails; it rose when the train's wheels passed over and drove up like a snakehead, ripping the belly out of a passenger car, killing everyone in it and derailing the rest of the train. The Sheriff came upon the wreck right after it happened and started throwing debris aside and found this still, silent figure lying under what used to be the side wall of the passenger car. He'd seized the wall, threw it aside (a feat for three strong men, but in extremis, a man can do incredible things!) -- he'd knelt and brushed the blond hair from her face, then he picked her up and stood and threw his head back and cried out to the Heavens themselves. This was the child that walked the top corral rail, one hand on her Daddy's upraised knuckles, the other held delicately out to the side, her wrist bent back a little, the way she'd seen her Mommy stand. Angela found if she looked straight ahead, and not down at her shiny slippers treading the whitewashed plank, she was steadier: she looked straight ahead, lifted her hand from her Daddy's reassuring knuckles, took two steps -- and her third step was too close to the edge, and she fell. Jacob Keller was only just come into the Sheriff's life: his story is well known, and tragic: he was pacing silently inside the corral, keeping exact station with his father, his eyes upraised to the pretty little girl tightrope walking that top rail. Jacob had a very dim memory of doing just that as a wee child, and seeing Angela's confidence when her hand touched her Daddy, warmed a memory of doing something similar in his very early existence. He was looking up, he saw her step come to the edge, her next step half-off, when she lost her balance: she gave a little squeak, and fell neatly into his arms. Linn's hand thrust impotently into empty air, trying to catch what was already gone: he stepped back, saw Jacob holding Angela, saw her wide-eyed expression, her even white teeth as she laughed with childish delight: Jacob looked at her, looked at his father and asked quietly, "Sir, what shall I do with her?" Sheriff Jacob Keller stood a-straddle of his firstborn. His Pa was dead and gone a year now; he'd lived long enough to become Grampa to his own blood, and unofficially to a handful of young who more or less adopted him: Jacob held two wooden pegs he'd whittled out earlier, and his firstborn's upraised hands gripped these pegs. As long as young William Linn had hold of his Pa's fingers, he could walk -- no, not walk: Jacob's son strutted across the floor, chubby arms upraised, little pink fingers holding onto his Pa's fingers. Today William Linn held those smooth-whittled pegs. Jacob looked over at his wife, who smiled knowingly, nodded: Go ahead. Jacob started walking across the floor, William Linn holding onto those pegs, little bare feet patting soundlessly on the long rag rug: Jacob let go of the pegs and William Linn happily charged across the floor, arms up in the air, laughing. When he realized he'd been fooled, he stopped, wobbled, set down hard on his round little bottom, but it didn't take long after that to realize he could walk without holding onto anything, and not long after that discovery, that Annette carefully did not look outside as her husband set their son on the top plank of the rail fence around their corral, and walked beside his son as William Linn laughed and strutted like a tightrope walker, one hand laid over on his Pa's upraised knuckles.
    2 points
  25. I’ve considered it too. My son opted to buy the 44 magnum version. He likes it a lot but has said several screws keep coming loose. Not sure if he is talking about the gun or something else
    2 points
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