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There was a thread about octagon barrels a while back and several folks asked me to post pictures of mine when I got them back so here they are. I'm very happy with these. They're Ruger Single Sixes with the longer OMV grip frames, Snake Oil George 5 inch octagon barrel with brass sights, Jimmy Spurs full race package with extra set back triggers and custom base pins. I also added some nice aftermarket grips.

I will be curious how this goes, I personally would rather have the book given to me at registration. I will not have my computer nor phone on the range. How many shooters will not print off their own copy? How many shooters will forget to bring their copy? There is neither phone or internet service at the range. I don't think this is the right place to save a dollar. Just my view but we will see.

Since so many awards are given at annual matches, I'm sure a lot of us have stacks of plaques (mostly the old days) and buckles (mostly these days). Many will wear one or two of their favorites on their holster/shotgun belts. But what about the rest, gathering dust? I did just order a buckle board from Ruby Red Rider that will display a dozen of them in a vertical strip. But then at the Comancheria Days banquet last night, I discovered a new way to display one, and you don't even need a belt. Inspired by rappers with all their bling, I present - - the watch chain fob buckle!

I was in WalMart yesterday when the Store Manager came into the room I was in. He wanted to know why I was in their Breakroom. I politely told him that I was taking a break. He responded by advising me that the Breakroom was for employee use only. I advised him that I had just recently worked here. But you aren't an employee he retorted, to which I quickly asserted that I had just checked myself out at the self serve register.

There is a significant diffference between the application of "SHOULD" and "SHALL/MUST".

Sounds like the firing pins are sticking in the primers.

Best results are with the cartridges that Winchester developed for the rifle: .44 WCF (.44-40), .38 WCF (.38-40) and .32 WCF (.32-20). Of the three, the .44-40 (rifles and ammo/components) is the most readily available.

Last couple on matches have been windy. My new hat should be easier to keep from blowing off.

There's a story about an athletic young guy who was born in the great depression in 1930, didn't finish high school, who worked in several manual jobs, got married young, then drafted into the army where he worked as a life guard and was onboard a DC3 that crashed into the sea and had to swim two miles to the land, before going off to Hollywood at the age of 23 to try his luck. He found some small uncredited roles in mid 1950s B movies, but was ultimately sacked by Universal studios after being told he was in the wrong career, that his style was too wooden, his delivery of dialogue was too unusual as he didnt’t open his mouth very much, at 6ft 4 he was too tall and his pronounced Adams apple made him unlikely to ever have a career in Hollywood. He struggled to get by for about three years but got the odd one off acting job in TV working alongside people like James Garner. When in 1958, another new Western set TV series called ‘Rawhide' was being cast someone remembered him and suggested the producers audition him. I’ve often wondered what happened to the young man after that. I heard he did quite well.

Nothing too fancy here, but I finally got around to making a shelf and adding it to my gun cart. The part I thought might be of interest to some is the folding shelf brackets I found on Amazon. Due to the design, you have to use pretty short screws in the front in order to collapse the shelf fully. I didn’t realize that at first and didn’t use short screws, but it still folds enough for easy transport so I may leave it as is.

New jingle bob spurs for my Two Sons and Grandson and two new pairs of boots.

Drink more beer.

The SC books are super cool and have the spiral binding! It’s so much easier to use and was cheaper than stapling according to our MD. As a shooter, yes on book. As a Sponsor… ABSOLUTELY. I want people to know that I sponsored the match/stage etc. Big hugs! Scarlett

Takes me back to that picture of Greta.

I've been reloading .38, .357, .45 Colt cannelured cases, nickel and brass, on a regular basis over 40 years. I never once had a case failure attributable to a cannelure.

Since this has gone off track with hypothetical "What if...?"s and stage rewrites... The correct call (i.e. CLEAN!) was made for the reasons explained (in detail) by @Creeker, SASS #43022 et al.

Last Friday, I was minding my own business at the South Carolina State match. I was shooting the last stage of the day about noon when my Uberti 73 rifle locked up with 6 rounds in the magazine. Crap!! I got home later that afternoon and took the rifle apart. After consulting with my personal gunsmith, Joe West, it was determined that my extractor had "lost it's temper". That sounds bad. He said it is. Going to need a new extractor. So, I got on the computer and found that VTI claimed to have them in stock so I ordered a Uberti extractor. I then found that Cowboy and Indians Store also had some superduper "CLAW" extractor in stock so I ordered one of those too. I have a bunch of big matches coming up soon and I don't have time to wait for back ordered parts. All this ordering was done over the internet and I never talked to anyone or expressed any urgency. Just a routine order. Today about noon, (Monday) I walk out to the mailbox and both extractors are in the mailbox. From Friday afternoon till noon on Monday. That was fast. I'm now back in business and ready for the rest of the shooting season. Well done VTI and Cowboy and Indians store. I call this a tie.

The package was just delivered by a very nice young lady having a very bad day. I was out in the shop when she pulled up and I could see some front end damage on her car. She took the package up to the front door and left it and I met her out at her car to thank her, she was crying and quite upset. She had just bought the car a couple of weeks ago and at the stop just before me she ran into a low brick wall along a planter and really tore up the bumper shroud and fender. I got some duct tape from the shop and duct taped the bumper shroud and light assembly back on and told her she probably shouldn’t drive the car very far. A friend of mine owns a repair shop about a mile away so I led her over there and introduced her to him and he said he’d make the car safe to get her back down to San Diego.

They don't get it. They don't understand, don't care, and won't discuss it. I had a manager in fits one day when he told me could check myself out. I told him he could open another line and I wouldn't have to. He started giving me hard time and I told him if I had wanted to do that I would have applied for a job, but he couldn't afford me. He asked what I thought I was worth. I told him that when I retired I was making right at $12,000.00 a month. He told me that was ridiculous. I told him he and his store were ridiculous. He told me I could always shop somewhere else and I said I would do that from now on and started to walk away from about $350.00 worth of merchandise in my cart. He asked me if I was going to put it all back where I got it. "Mister, I don't work here and you just essentially threw me out of your store." Then I showed him my cell phone which was still recording the whole thing. A couple of dozen people watched this encounter and a few even clapped. Have you ever seen a mind being boggled? It's a show worth buying tickets for. Walmart won't get another cent out of me....ever again.

You woke up too early, otherwise you’d know the answer.

A 13-year-old boy was kicked out of the Yankees dugout... His response changed baseball forever By the '80s, Yankees manager Billy Martin had quite a reputation: • Broke a reporter's nose • Bar fights with strangers • Bar fights with his players But this particular story will live in baseball lore forever. At the time, players' kids would get to Yankee Stadium early to hang out before games. On this day, groups of boys were running around the Yankee clubhouse & playing on the field. But Billy Martin zeroed in on one of them. Martin sent a security guard into the dugout where a 13-year-old boy & his father – the Yankees star 1st baseman – were hanging out. "Hey, George [Steinbrenner] doesn't want anybody in the dugout." The player complied, sending his son into the clubhouse. As the boy left, his dad motioned for him to "look at third base." It was Graig Nettles' son taking ground balls on the field. The Yankees star felt insulted. And his 13-year-old son took it to heart. This kid held a grudge against the New York Yankees for the next 30 years. His name? George Kenneth Griffey Jr. A few years later, Ken Griffey Jr. was the number 1 overall pick in the MLB Draft. At 17 years old, he was shipped off to play minor league ball 2,400 miles from home – a 36-hour drive. Compounded with enormous expectations, Junior struggled with depression during this time. But his dad was always there, helping him overcome every hurdle. 2 years later, Junior made it to the big leagues & became a symbol of hope for the lowly Seattle Mariners. His dad joined him shortly after, forming the first father-son teammate duo in MLB history. And Junior stuck it to the Yankees every chance he got. In the 1st playoff game of his career, he smoked 2 homers at Yankee Stadium. Seattle won the series, as The Kid hit .391 (9-for-23) with 5 HRs & 7 RBI. While signing autographs outside the stadium, a fan in the crowd yelled out: "Come play for the Yankees, bro!" "No," Junior shot back. "If the Yankees were the last team – if they were the only team that gave me a contract, I'd retire." Ken Griffey Jr's career vs. the Yankees: • 36 HRs • 102 RBI • .311 AVG • 133 games Crushing the Yankees was engrained in Junior's mind. "There are certain things that a dad drills into you as a kid that just stick with you." "That was one of them."

Should I put this in the coffee thread?

This morning, after much studying, I sat for and passed the exam to earn my Extra class license in amateur radio. My daughter, Rachel, also passed hers. That puts us at the top, licensure-wise, although I still feel very much like a beginner, and I know I have much to learn. Like any other endeavor worth the effort, one never really stops learning or improving. As for the "until" in the title, there is one more test to pass, to become a volunteer examiner (VE), but I'm being told it is quite easy, and mostly a formality so one can help others into the world of amateur radio. 73, KE8PHY/AE

Are your Ruger's set up for the BOLT to lock in the cylinder from "ENERTIA"? In other words, does the PAWL (hand) push the cylinder completely into proper lock up or has the revolver(s) been set up for the cylinder to spin from inertia the las few .000's in rotation for the bolt to securely fall into its cylinder notch? If the bolt isn't locking the cylinder each time, the cartridge isn't completely centered to the firing pin, and therefore, the firing pin will hit off center of the primer. When another person has 100% reliability with the same revolvers(s), they are probably cocking the hammer with more forceful energy.....which will ensure the cylinder rotates that little extra movement for the bolt to lock up correctly. ..........Widder

Line them up, Bottles.

As the current print coordinator for EOT we have strived to improve the shooters' handbook or as we now refer to it as the "Event Book" each year. We review the surveys that are sent out after the match and see what needs to be changed, improved or added to the book for the following year. This year 2024 we included the Wild Bunch stages and the Plainsman stages which shooters of those events seemed to like. We try to provide as much information about events, locations and times as we have when the book goes to the print. As in life, things get changed at the last minute for what ever reason. We try to post that information at the range once the event starts. I don't see EOT or Land Run ever being held without an Event Book. TB

Found on the web.. In the 1960s, when they were making history, how did they know the submersible wouldn't get crushed at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, since at the time no one had been that deep down before? Big ones and testing… Back then, the Mariana Trench was the Mount Everest of the deep – a place where humans theorized life couldn't exist under the crushing weight of the ocean. The Trieste, the bathyscaphe used on this daring mission, was more of a scientific experiment than a proven piece of technology. Jacques Piccard, the vessel's designer, was a savy engineer, but the only way to truly test the Trieste's limits was in the abyss itself. Understanding the immense pressure was key. For every 33 feet of depth, the pressure increases by one atmosphere, roughly 15 pounds per square inch. At the Challenger Deep, the deepest point in the Trench, the pressure exceeded 16,000 pounds per square inch – the equivalent of a sedan resting on your big toe. To survive, the Trieste needed a remarkably strong pressure sphere. Piccard designed one from thick steel with a conical design to better distribute stress - much like an egg is surprisingly hard to crush when squeezed from top to bottom. Yet, theory and steel could only offer so much reassurance. The Trieste was meticulously tested in progressively deeper dives, each one pushing the limits while engineers scrutinized every weld and rivet. Like a fighter pilot pushing an untested aircraft to the edge of its performance envelope, the team treated each dive as a potential failure point. But every descent, every cautious increase in pressure, brought them closer to their goal. As they ventured deeper, they encountered a world utterly foreign to their own. Bioluminescent creatures flickered in the darkness, proving life found a way to prosper even under such extremes. This also offered subtle reassurance - if fragile creatures could exist in the Trench, perhaps the Trieste could as well. Still, risk followed them like an unseen predator. In 1960, Jacques Piccard and Don Walsh climbed into this precarious metal bubble, knowing it was their only shot at becoming the first humans to reach the crushing abyss of the Challenger Deep. They also knew it could be the last time they ever set their eyes on a world above the abyss. The descent was a test of nerve against a relentless, unseen pressure. Imagine squeezing yourself into a cramped steel ball, the porthole the size of a dinner plate offering the only glimpse of a world growing ever darker and colder. Every tick of the depth gauge was a beat of your heart echoing the immense pressure threatening to implode the vessel. The porthole, already scratched and hazed from previous dives, could give way at any moment, turning the Trieste into a watery tomb. Their only relief was knowing that death would be instant. The steel groaned under the many billions of tons of weight pushing down on it from above. Four hours and forty-seven minutes later, the instruments rasped a depth of 35,813 feet. They were at the bottom of the world, surrounded by a darkness so profound it seemed to swallow light itself. Here, on the ocean floor, the silence was absolute, broken only by the hum of their life-support systems, a fragile counterpoint to the unimaginable pressure trying to crush them. They spent a harrowing twenty minutes in this alien realm, until a crack spawned on the outer plexiglass window.

The new Heritage Rough Rider Tactical Cowboy, modern day technology into an old classic world. Someone needs an ass whipping for this abomination