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  1. 34 points
    Got the referral done for the cancer center in Farmington NM. Appointment in 2 weeks. We plan on hitching the mules to the wagon and headin home on Monday! Colorady or Bust! 1,932 miles. Faugh A Ballagh!
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    My granddaughter's tiny grade school in Vaughn (~140 students) had this sign on the front door for the first day of classes yesterday.
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    I have NO problem with protesters and they can believe and espouse anything they want! What I have a problem with is protesters blocking intersections and thoroughfares!! You can say whatever you like and I’m proud to support that right, but you have no right to prevent me from going where I want and or need to go!! Restraining or preventing a person from legally traveling to and from any public or commercial destination is against the law and should be prosecuted aggressively and in every instance!! It borders on kidnapping and definitely rates as menacing and if they touch you, becomes assault!! You want to protest?? Go to a park or parking lot!! Get a permit and have a parade!! Stand on the steps of the courthouse or congress or the capital!! You may not steal, damage, or destroy that which doesn’t belong to you!! You may not harm, restrain, detain, or otherwise molest any other citizen!! At the point that you do ANY of these things, you are no longer a protester! You ARE, however, A CRIMINAL!!! When the first foreign object flys, the first punch is thrown, or the first protester violates ANY law, the protest is over and those who don’t disburse GO TO JAIL!! The First Amendment is sacrosanct, but it IS NOT a tool to protect vandals, looters, arsonists, and people who would commit mayhem from prosecution and penalties!! It is high time that government starts playing the role it is supposed to play and protecting the general population!!
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    Howdy, The sawbones was able to locate Widder's heart and perform the double-bypasses and heart valve replacement. He's currently in ICU and doing fine. The bunkhouse boss is soon expecting to visit Widder. Thanks for your prayers & kind thoughts. PS: Red Knee, appears that you won't be inheriting Widder's #4 '97. 08/19 Widder is sitting upright and eating some vittles with assistance from the bunkhouse boss. Later today he will take a short stroll. 08/20 Spoke to Widder for a few minutes. He sounded good but is anxious to be home & get some real food; BBQ, hamburgers & Mexican food. He didn't mention ice cream or nanner splits. Told me to come on over soon so we could go out on the farm and shoot. Glad my pard is doing well. Vaya con Dios, Keystone
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    Hello to All! As the new Chairman of the ROC, I wanted to first thank Virgil Earp for his long and distinguished service as our Chairman. Virgil has been a tower of common sense, and one of the long time keepers our the SASS "Old West" collective conscience. He has been a true inspirational leader in our community, and has contributed much over the years to keep our game on the right track. We thank him for his service as Chairman, and are very grateful for him staying on the ROC to continue giving his guidance. Virgil, my hat is off to you....you are a true Cowboy! I have big shoes to fill, no doubt. A quick word about the ROC, our role and process. As many of you know, the ROC is NOT a rule making body....that role is filled by the TGs, and in very extenuating circumstances, the SASS Wild Bunch Board. The role of the ROC is to support the evolution of the game, foster better enforcement of the rules and safety covenants as evenly as possible throughout the organization. We are available to communicate with SASS members for the receipt and discussion of ideas, concerns, proposed improvements, and various changes or clarifications of the SASS competition rules contained in the Shooters Handbook. We are also charged with the clarification of existing match and equipment rules. In that regard we complete an annual review of the rules and suggest edits as needed. We volunteer as a match officials, and represent SASS and the ROC at matches attended, and are required to be a resource for members and match coordinators. We also review and provide timely feedback on Equipment Modification applications received and distributed to the ROC by SASS HQ. We are here for you all, and will help in any way we can. As you can see we can be very busy at times. When the "What's The Call" (WTC) questions come up on the SASS Wire presenting situations that have never been dealt with or considered before, Palewolf Brunelle (ROC Member and Wire Spokesman) will forwarding those questions to us by email or ROC Wire. We then take the time to consider the questions and the details. We will discuss and email between ourselves to clarify the issue, and agree on the official ROC position. That resolution will then be posted on that particular SASS Wire - WTC thread. Having said that, I would ask you all for your patience with Palewolf, as he will get the answer posted as soon as possible. This process can take time, as some of us have other commitments (work and family) that we need to prioritize. Essentially, give us the time needed to get you a good, thoughtful and right answer. I would rather take the time to give a "quality", as opposed to "quick", answer. The process for rule changes takes a ground swell, and it takes time. If clubs feel a rule should be changed, added or deleted your TG should first float the idea among your club members, then on the TG wire for discussion. If the idea has merit, the issue can be made a TG Meeting Agenda item for further consideration and discussion. This process takes time, and it should! We should never move quickly to change existing rules and philosophies.....as we don't want to "tilt at windmills". As a community we should react slowly, even to changes that are truly needed, and driven by the majority of the community...not passing fads. We need to always do what is best for SASS and our game. Finally I would like to inform you all that Sassy Dancer has been appointed to our committee. She is a top shooter in her own right, and true Cowgirl who keeps the SASS vision and conscience at heart. Her positive attitude and community spirit exudes what we value in SASS. I am truly honored and thankful to have her on our team. See you all down the trail!
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    Two weeks ago tomorrow I got a call from a medical worker that is also a family friend that informed me that two employees at an imaging company where I had an MRI performed had active Covid-19 cases. The place that did the imaging was pretty dirty and when they sent me in to the dressing room there were two gowns on the floor and one on the dressing chair from previous patients. I asked her about that and she picked them up and put them in an open hamper. On the way into the dressing room I noticed that the bedding on the MRI table looked like it still had imprints from the previous patient. I asked the tech about it and she rearranged the bedding, I should have walked out then but I wanted to find out about my back pain. This was on June 25th. Well on Sunday before I got the call I shot a match up at Norco with no issues felt fine and we all did our social distancing stuff. Well after I got the call the next Tuesday I called the Match Director and let him know that I had been exposed. I didn’t become ill until that Thursday morning. Body aches chills, fever etc. I lost my sense of smell and the only thing that I could smell was a constant sweet, sick smell not to far away from smelling like Balistol. Friday I drove down to the hospital and had the nose swab done at the drive through testing kiosk. Friday night, Saturday and Sunday I was really suffering from body aches and my temperature had only gotten up to 100.5. Sunday afternoon I got an email from the hospital that they had lost my swab and I needed to be retested. My wife drove me down to the hospital on Monday afternoon and we both got tested in the ER because they had shut down the drive through testing. Well the ER was a mess. Every patient that came in was having their pulse checked and their oxygen content checked using the same finger clamp that everyone else did, none of the chairs were being cleaned between patients, etc... After waiting 3 hours and still not being tested a young ER doctor came out and questioned me about my symptoms. One of the ones that tipped him off was the sense of smell thing and then when he looked at a rash that I had on the back of my left arm, shoulder, neck and lower back that looks very similar to ring worm he confirmed it. I had already did a video visit with my personal doctor and he insisted that I get tested. Anyway they do another swab on the other nostril and test my wife and we’re free to go. They don’t prescribe anything. Tell me to drink lots of liquids and take Tylenol and use the altimeter to check my oxygen level 3 or 4 times a day and monitor my fever. I got an email that evening telling me that I had tested positive for covid-19, my wife was negative according to her email. The next day, last Tuesday I was feeling pretty good and my appetite was returning which was good because I hadn’t felt like eating anything since Friday. The county health nurse called and we kind of got into it because she said that I was confined to my house and I told her that I had a shop that I spent a lot of time in and she told me that unless it was attached to my house that I couldn’t go out there. I told her that it was 75 feet away and since I was the only one that goes in it that I would be spending a lot of time in my shop. She then wanted my cell phone number as a contact number and I told her that I’d rather she call my home phone number instead and she insisted on my cell phone number. Well little did she know the cellular phone does not work down in the holler where I live and I rarely take it with me when I go anywhere. I was tied to a pager, cell phone or two-way radio for many years and really detest being tied to them now. Turns out according to a neighbor that works for the county they use your cell phone to track whether you’re staying home or not, good to know. My temperature has been normal since last Thursday and I’ve had no other symptoms and according to them I’m free to get out on Thursday the 16th. One of the county nurses came by today and took my temp and asked me a few questions and told me that I didn’t have to be retested. My wife got retested this morning. She’s been going to the office everyday and since she is an essential employee and the only one in the office it’s not a problem. I spent quite a little time out in the shop today and being able to smell the shop smells was a good thing. Yes I was part of the high risk group beings I have limited lung capacity and past breathing issues. Never during my illness did I feel that my lungs had been weakened or compromised. I think one of the things that helped me in my recovery is my wife loads me up with lots of supplement like lysine, vitamin c, reshi, Black elderberry and a bunch of others.
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    First time in many years that I've seen a cop car behind me with the lights flashing. Wasn't speeding or driving wildly, checked it all as I pulled over. Good looking young deputy sort of snuck up to the side window and asked me to open my trunk and unlock all of my doors. After a few seconds he explained that they just got a report of a child being taken and thrown into the back of a white late model Chevy sedan. As I pulled back onto the highway I saw a few dozen LEOs, State, County, Township, and City, plus a County Constable all pulling white sedans over....and that was only in one direction from where I was going. We have great police here, take the job very seriously, and manage it almost always with a smile or a grin. God bless 'em all. I hope they found the kid alright.
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    https://www.google.com/maps/d/view?mid=1a5THNVZ2Dm_-CUf9h8jW6-fO8k1DPpab&usp=sharing I developed a map that might help to streamline the planning of trips incorporating Cowboy Action Shooting matches. This map contains SASS affiliated locations’ listings derived from the SASS website. Always, always check with the club directly before making any definite plans. Some of these clubs’ locations and websites as listed were almost impossible to confirm and/or update. Depending upon the number of views/interests I will update and enhance the attributes of the map. For corrections, please contact Dungannon Gunner via the SASS Wire Forum.
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    I hate masks... That said, I'm not going to stop shooting because I have to wear a stoopid mask. This whole crazy polarized positions on mask wearing is silly. Having the two extremes...the crazed mask wearers accusing the non-mask wearers as "Murderers"...the crazed non-mask wearers accusing all mask wearers as being "Sheep"...geeeze...let it be! If you feel that you need to wear a mask, wear it! If you feel you don't...then don't. A lastly, respect each other's decisions... Phantom
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    I’ve wanted to do this for a LONG time. So, I finally walled in an 11’ X 11’ room, put in a security door with a digital lock and loaded it with all my firearms. I’ll do a lot of filming for JED iTV in this room with the main wall of my CAS gear behind me. Figured y’all might enjoy a look at this... *Not responsible for damage to keyboards caused by drooling.
  11. 23 points
    An old friend sent me this. And N.Y. old friend I mean he’s really old. I’m on two diets. I wasn’t getting enough food on one. Apparently RSVP’ing to a wedding invitation “Maybe next time,” isn’t the correct response. Don’t irritate old people. The older we get the less “Life in prison” is a deterrent. Have you ever listened to someone for a minute and thought “Their cornbread isn't done in the middle.” Aliens probably fly by earth and lock their doors. “You will hit every cone on the highway before I let you merge in front of me because you saw that sign 2 miles ago like I did. I asked my wife if I was the only one she had been with. She said yes, all the others were nines and tens... I really don’t mind getting older, but my body is taking it badly. It turns out that being an adult is mostly just googling how to do stuff. I miss the 90’s when bread was still good for you and no one knew what kale was. Do you ever get up in the morning, look in the mirror and think “That can’t be accurate.” I want to be 14 again and ruin my life differently. I have new ideas. As I watch this generation try to rewrite our history, one thing I’m sure of....it will be misspelled and have no punctuation. I thought getting old would take longer. I told my wife I wanted to be cremated. She made me an appointment for Tuesday. Confuse your doctor by putting on rubber gloves at the same time he does. My wife asked me to take her to one of those restaurants where they make food right in front of you. I took her to Subway. That’s when the fight started. Me: Sobbing my heart out, “I can’t see you anymore.....I’m not going to let you hurt me again.” Trainer: “It was one sit-up. You did one sit-up.” Picked up a hitchhiker. He asked if I wasn’t afraid, he might be a serial killer? I told him the odds of two serial killers being in the same car was extremely unlikely.
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    Obviously, more information is required to make the correct call in the OP situation. @JohnWesleyHardin, please provide: Shooter’s category and S.A.S.S. badge number. Height, width, & weight of the targets. Height, width, weight, age, & gender identity of the shooter. Height, width, weight, age, & gender identity of the timer operator. Target distance from the shooter, as well as spacing between targets. Model, barrel length, gauge, and choke of the shotgun used. Factory or reloaded ammunition? Powder, wad, shot size, hull, & fps specifications. Date, time of day (GMT), and location coordinates. Weather conditions.
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    Folks, when I was a young enlisted soldier, I used to do Pen & Ink drawings to supplement our income. This one is from 40 years ago this month. It is a lithograph; not the original. (I apologize from the glass glare.)
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    I had a notification that one of my meds was ready to pick up at the Safeway Pharmacy, so I stopped by after work. Of a change I was able to just walk right up. Gave my date of birth and name, person looked it up and said, "Oh! We have one ready now and will have three more for you if you want to wait just a few minutes." Sure, why not. Went to look for thermometers. Came back and as I got there a lady maybe in her late 60s had stepped up. So, as is custom here I waited off to the side of the counter while she was dealt with and my prescriptions filled. Lady looked at me and gestured behind her to the aisle, "Maybe you could wait there." "Ma'am, they are working on an order for me." "They are working on something for you?" as if she had trouble understanding. "Yes, Ma'am. And this is where people usually wait." "Well, I just wanted to keep my six feet." I looked at her, judged the distance and said, "You're out of bayonet range." "What?" "You aren't in bayonet range." She gave me a very odd look.
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    That's a BIG No-No!! Spotters are NOT required to remember the shot(s) / target(s) missed. If one sez so-n-so target and the others say something else, both of them could be right and the shooter should be happy that they didn't get more misses. Shooter should NEVER argue...keep it up and you'll get a MDQ. Shooter may ask the TO if they would ask the spotters to discuss...and then stay out of it. Poll the spotters after their discussion (which usually centers around a spotter seeing or not seeing an edger. But PLEASE DO NOT THINK or DEMAND that all spotters agree on what they saw!!!! Phantom
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    Ya do a good job. I hope everyone that appreciates your work will post a good word for you. And I hope those that don't post also think highly of you. That way, you should know that many appreciate your Wire efforts. I think they need to double your pay..... ..........Widder
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    People... Don't like them...
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    Things are getting out of hand. I just saw this call for protests on Facebook.
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    As am I however, I’ve never been to a match that they sponsored or were vending at... I sponsor every match I attend and work extremely hard, (as do other cowboy owned bullet makers) to support this sport and those who participate in it. For example, Winter Range 2021 I will be a stage sponsor. That’s. $3,000 commitment - cash and merchandise.That will be the biggest financial commitment to date - most are $250-$750 depending on match - cash/cash and merchandise. No, I don’t offer a 5% discount because I “give” to EVERY SASS member - whether you’re my customer or not - through my sponsorships and donations. I’m not knocking MBC. They have their business plan and I have mine however, my INVESTMENT in the sport is from my heart... and don’t forget... Free Hug with Purchase! Big hugs! Scarlett
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    ... those kids will go far.
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    For those of you who know us only through our company, please be comforted to know IT is still in very good hands. For those of you who just know us, get ready to see more of us on the line and out visiting. The new owners are no strangers to SASS and Cowboy Action. They are Mid Valley Drifter and Buckshot Shelley of Badman Bullets. They have been a major vendor for us since they started their business and know pretty well the market and may even provide a more efficient process for product to market. We offer Congratulations to them on their new enterprise and we wish them all the best of luck. THANK YOU,, to all the cowboys who have used our products and to our vendors for their support in making SliX a viable company. A company we had hoped would offer affordable, quality parts that fit a need in your shooting pleasure and success. Thanks again, Big Iron Buster & Ol' #4
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    I had a run in with some protesters the other day. They wanted me to turn around and drive the other way. I didn't want to, so I didn't. They were protesting against cops, I was told. After I expended quite a few expletives, they said if there are 1000 cops and 2 of them are bad, that makes 1000 bad cops. So, I said if there are 1000 purple guys and 2 are bad does that make 1000 bad purple guys? They sure didn't like that logic. Apparently it is only racism if you are not them. Whoever them is. I watched a fellow shooter get attacked on his fb page with shouts of racism for no reason other than supporting the police. Personally, I get tired of it. A person has only so much patience. I was brought up to take a man as a man, until you find out he is an azzhole. As I told him, you can't fart without being called a racist.
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    I went by Widders' house today and there was a sign out front by the road. It said "talking dog for sale". Well, that spurred my interest so I decided to stop in and see what was going on. I went in and told Widder I seen his sign out by the road and wanted to check this dog out. Widder said help yourself, he's in the kitchen. I said OK and went on in there. I seen the dog and said hey boy. That dog turned around and looked at me and said "howdy". I was dumbfounded and the first thing I thought of to ask is "what have you done with your life?" The dog replied, "well, I started off in the Swiss alps helping save victims from avalanches. Then I served my country in Iraq. I finally came to Tennessee to retire." Well that made me mad and I went back in there to Widder and asked him why he wanted to sell that dog that's helped so many people in his life. Widder said, "cause he's a dang liar. He ain't done none of that stuff!"
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    I'll take a different approach. Frankly, we don't know what's going to work and what isn't. I'd rather encourage local clubs to (so long as reasonable safety rules are enforced) relax or suspend various rules or make changes and test things out. The grassroots is the biggest laboratory for change.
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    My girlfriends younger very busty sister was washing my hair before cutting it . Boobs right in my face for few minutes. Good thing my mask covered up my smile or my GF would have shot me
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    Hello Folks! I hope you are all doing well and staying healthy during these unusual and unprecedented times. Some of our fellow shooters in our big CAS family, I am sure, are struggling with various issues and challenges and our hearts go out to them. Knowing there is a large network of support of friends and family out there hopefully eases the pain a little. I know it does for me. It was truly sad that End of Trail and many other major matches had to cancel, but they were likely the right calls. Those decisions are not made lightly and are done with heavy hearts. This COVID virus has caused us all various trials and tribulations. As has been said before, "this too shall pass.” As promised, I want to share some information about Winter Range 2020. As you know every year we send out a survey to our shooters after the match. This year we received 466 responses, which is a very good return rate. I can say that the vast majority of shooters who responded were very happy with the match and made many constructive and positive comments. Most of them said they will return next year no matter what! We received top marks from about 93% of our shooters. While that is a great report card, it isn’t a perfect one. Each year we strive to improve upon the previous year’s match. 2021 will be no exception. We can always do better, and we will! First, let me explain our match design philosophy: Winter Range is the National Championship, and it needs to measure up to that level of challenge. At the same time, we acknowledge that many folks just want to shoot and have fun. We therefore have a difficult task of appealing to everyone. In fact, that is almost impossible. However, we try to accommodate the majority and give most everyone a healthy portion of what they want. We design our match to be about 1/3 fast and close, 1/3 medium speed and medium distances and a little more challenging, and 1/3 with targets a little farther out, perhaps with some more challenging sequences. We also try to keep those stages on the same wave to allow shooters to "get into a groove" for each level/type of challenge. As this is the National Championship, it should challenge several aspects of shooting. That’s what separates the accomplished shooters from those who get lucky on occasion. Again, about 93% of our shooters said we got it right! However, we can learn something from the constructive criticism offered on various aspects of the match. There is a part of CAS that likes big, close and fast: don't we all! However, many of you indicated in your surveys that shooting big, close and fast on all 12 stages is not what you want. You want a mix...and that is what we try to deliver...a mix with a challenge. We want to challenge your "all around shooting skills," and still make it fun for everyone. Two of our stages last year were, perhaps, a bit too challenging for some people. We acknowledge that these stages could have been designed differently. The two stages that had "vertical" target placement paired with a "more challenging sequence," were a little too much for some. If the two challenges were separated (one or the other) it would have been better. So...lesson learned. Again, our goal is to make it fun and challenging for all shooters. We also received a few comments about the "cactus" knockdown targets. They were admittedly a little small so they were set very close to the firing line. Remember, we set up for two matches: Cowboy and Wild Bunch. We need to set the targets for use by both matches, where possible, given that we have limited volunteer labor to reset the entire range and all 140 targets in one day. In 2021, we plan to use a few of those cactus knockdowns and they will be close and set for very light hits, as they were this year. (We calibrate our targets every night for light hits.) So what's the plan for next year? Winter Range will be celebrating its 30th Anniversary, and we intend on making it the best one yet! Some really great entertainment, maybe a night shoot with some fireworks and some new targets and props are on the agenda. This year our new main tent was a hit, and the Saturday night banquet a huge success...we will see that again. Also, we will be ordering a few more 24" steel targets with new stands to add to our inventory. There might even be a new safety video! Folks, 2021 will be a seriously fun match with targets a little closer and bigger, but will maintain the shooting challenge we always provide at Winter Range. Applications will be out soon on the website so standby for that. We are anticipating a sold-out match, so please get your applications in early. I wish you all well and good shooting! Blackjack Zak
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    A racist is a person who is winning an argument with a Liberal.
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    Around 1:00am local time, at the US Army hospital in Nuremberg, West Germany, my oldest daughter, Emily, entered the world and I became a dad. Drinks on me today!
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    Baptists I was raised Baptist. In Texas, no less, where Baptists reign. Sunday school, Sunday service, Vacation Bible School, Royal Ambassadors, countless potluck dinners, no dancing, no alcohol (but I did wonder about all that interest the men would find in ol’ so-and-so’s pickup truck parked behind the barn) – yup, all that. A good, clean, wholesome upbringing. Sunday services were wonderful. We all dressed nicely in our “Sunday-Goin’-To-Meetin’” duds. Sermons were captivating. Singing… when it was time for hymns, some the choir would sing and for some of them the entire congregation would raise our voices in wonderful chorus. When we sang, we put our hearts into it. And then there was Communion. I always thought this was a bit mysterious, but enjoyable. Unlike my Catholic friends (whom I had accompanied to their services a few times), we did not line up and get handed a cracker. Rather, we would sit and wait patiently and respectfully in our seats, as trays of little wafers (Saltines?) were passed down, followed by trays holding little “shot glass” wine cups. During the Communion ceremony, on cue from the pastor, we’d all munch our crackers and drink our “wine.” Welch’s grape juice. When done, we would place our empty cups into the little wooden communion cup holders conveniently built into the back of the pew in front. Well thought out! Okay. Jump ahead to about 1987. With the whims of fate, I found myself married to a Catholic girl. One day she announced that two of her friends were going to get “re-married” for their twentieth wedding anniversary, and we were invited to the ceremony. Oh good! I always enjoy a good wedding – ‘specially the reception! And she tells me, they’re Baptists. Cool! So on the given day and time, we reported to their church. Actually a bit early; much better than being late. And then the day got weird – it seems the now-former-Missus-Hardpan had never been to a Baptist church. When we walked in, she looked about with some bewilderment. “Where’s the Holy Water?” she asked. “Why… we Baptists don’t do that Holy Water thing,” I advised her. Continuing her confused lookabout, she asked “Well… where are the confessionals?” “We don’t need ‘em. We are allowed to talk to God directly – and if we mess up, we can ask for forgiveness without a mediator.” She seemed surprised, then followed me into the sanctuary, where we found ourselves a pew. A very nice, very comfortable pew… a thickly padded and upholstered pew, as it was. Much different from the hard oaken seats in her church. I plucked a hymnal from the rack on the back of the pew in front of us, and began leafing through it, enjoying finding some of my old favorites, as she gazed about, visually exploring the strange setting. “So where’s the baptismal font?” she suddenly asked. “Oh, we don’t do it that way here,” I explained. “See that curtain up there? Behind it is like a giant aquarium. When baptizing time comes, the pastor takes the candidate in there for a full immersion. We're dunkers, not sprinklers.” “Really??” she asked with astonishment. After a bit, she asked “Where’s the altar??” Obviously, she was used to seeing an ornate station with statuary and such. “Nope. We don’t do that either.” A few minutes later: “Who’s that guy up there wearing a suit?” “That’s undoubtedly the Pastor.” “What?? Where’re his robes and stole and such??” Again… nope. Our guy doesn’t need that. Then, looking down, “Wait! There’s no kneeler!” “Nope. We don’t kneel. We might stand for some prayers and songs, but nix on the kneeling. We can kneel at home, but don’t have to here.” “Um… no statues or paintings or stained glass windows of saints?” “Nooooo. But ya might see St Nick at the Christmas potluck!” And so it went. On and on; I was starting to get a little annoyed. Maybe even a little more than a little. Just as I was really getting in to “How Great Thou Art” in my hymnal, singing robustly in my head, she discovered the wooden communion cup holders on the back of the pew in front of us. “What on Earth are THOSE?” she demanded, pointing to the li’l holders. Okay. That does it. I turned to her and, after taking a deep breath, asked “So, have you noticed any sort of a different theme between our churches?” “Whaddaya mean?” “Okay. Have you noticed that the pews are more comfortable than those at Saint Basil’s?” “Why, yes! They are MUCH more more comfortable! I’m actually impressed!” “Well, there’s a reason for that.” “Oh? Really? Uh… like what?” “Well!” I continued. “When Church is in service, we Baptists like to be able to focus on the pastor, and give him our undivided attention without any distraction from being uncomfortable.” Her eyebrows ratcheted upward a notch at this hitherto unknown nugget of knowledge. “Okay,” she asked, “so what about those things?” pointing again at the “holey” wooden fixture. “Okay. So, look around. Do you see how everyone is dressed?” “Well, yes! Everyone is dressed very nicely. After all, we ARE here for a wedding.” She said with decisiveness. “Okay. Well, here’s the thing. You see… this is how we Baptists dress for services EVERY Sunday,” I told her. Wide-eyed, she blurted “What! Really? EVERY Sunday?” “Of course! Haven’t you heard the phrase ‘Sunday-Goin’-To-Meetin’ duds?’” I asked. Then I continued, “THAT is what the phrase refers to. Unlike YOUR church, we dress respectfully.” She pondered for a moment, undoubtedly thinking of her church’s congregation, where on any Sunday you’d see plenty of people dressed in shorts, T-shirts, sandals and flip-flops. I suspect that by now she might be approaching comparative religion overload. Finally, her mind seemed to complete its circuit, and she pointed again to the communion cup holders. “So what’s all this have to do with THAT thing?” she demanded. “Okay,” I said with a sigh. “What are you wearing on your feet?” “Why, heels, of course!” with a quick, involuntary glance at her feet. “And the other women here?” She covertly glanced about, and noted that most of the other ladies were similarly shod. “But what about THOSE?” tapping the holder. “Okay. Dear, we’ve established that the Baptist Church has the parishioner’s comfort in mind, as they want no distraction from DIS-comfort. Right?” She nodded her comprehension. “So. Would you say that your heels are particularly comfortable?” She admitted that they were not. “Well, with that in mind, the thoughtful Baptist church designers have provided these nifty racks. You can simply slip your shoes off, and hang them from these racks. Just hook them heels into the holes, and they’re handy to slip back on when it’s time to leave after services. This way, the ladies don’t have to grovel around on the floor looking for ‘em under the pews!” I returned to my hymnal, as she literally gaped at the fixture with an expression of sheer amazement. There are many things that I could say about the Former Missus Hardpan, especially at this time of my life. But one thing that nobody could ever say about her is that she was stupid. She may have been uninformed, perhaps, but definitely not stupid. I do not know when realization hit. I do not know how realization hit. But it did. And when it did, she did. And everybody within a three-pew radius looked up at my yelp of pain when her bony little fist nailed my right bicep. Hard. At least she let me alone after that; fortunately, the wedding ceremony and reception were pretty up-beat, and for once there was no “carry-over” punishment for me. Yippee!
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    After an endless wait of about 7 or 8 weeks, I got my letter from Smith and Wesson today. My 44 Hand Ejector Third Model is bona fide! It left the factory on July 1, 1940, one of six in a shipment to a store in Albuquerque New Mexico. The records indicate that this revolver was shipped with a 4 inch barrel, nickel finish, and with checkered walnut Magna silver medallion square butt grips. So it appears to be all original, with the original serial numbered grips on it. I'm a happy camper!
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    TO goofed, two shots, two shotgun targets down. Reshoot should have been given after that mess up.
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    Lots of ideas... Just like the other posts. But I thought this was about "untouchables"? Here are a few: No baseball caps No Shady Bradys Uhhhh....oh, no tee shirts. There ya go! Phantom
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    2006 Mazda Miata MX5 Grand Touring edition. 26,000 miles in immaculate condition. She rides like a dream.
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    She always used to bug me about why people need more than 10 rounds... Since the happenings this year, she asked me if I would go out and by a rifle with one of "those things" underneath that held "30 shots". Her arthritic hands won't let her rack the slide on a pistol, (she has a revolver), but she can pull a trigger, and she's an excellent shot. She wants me to buy more guns!!
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    Friday afternoon I was talking with a fellow shooter about the Saturday match. There was a wildfire on the way to the range that was over 4000 acres. Several road closures. We were debating cancelling. My wife and daughter went for a walk about 7. Meanwhile, the conversations regarding the match continued. About 8:30 my phone rang. My wife said that they found a stray dog and were bringing it home. I secured our canines (our pit bull doesn't always get along with other dogs), and she brought it in. All was well with the meet and greet. However, she had an event planned for Saturday and couldn't miss it. So I called my shooter friend up and told him I wouldn't make the match as we had a stray that needed to get home. Posted a bunch of "found dog" notices, both at the site and online. Called the SPCA shelter and they had me fill out a "found dog" form on their web site. We took a ride down to where the dog was found and asked a bunch of folks if they recognized the dog. Went out to where they found it looking for "lost dog" notices. Nothing turned up. Meanwhile, this husky/Australian shepherd mix just played and played with our husky. Ran around the yard, wrestled, and just had a ball. They got along great! Even our finicky pit got involved. This morning I was starting to wonder if we had a 3rd dog as we hadn't been contacted. About 1:30 this afternoon I received an email from someone. Her parents lost their dog late Friday afternoon, right near where this stray was found. She saw one of the "found dog" notices I had posted. I called and talked to the dog mom, and she described him to a "T". So we met at a local parking lot and was able to gEt the dog back with his family. They were an elderly couple and just devastated about their lost dog. Apparently, he took off after a deer. That felt great. But I'm going to miss that playful goof ball with 2 different colored eyes. Doc
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    Kind of a slow day at the Badger spread, so I went back in time, when my partner, Captain Jack and myself, would go after the mail, when it was delivered. Captain Jack was a black Lab/Border collie mix, and Lord only knows what I am. Anyway, Jack had a stick that he always carried with him on our journey. Peculiar thing though, about half way to the mail box, Jack would drop the stick next to the roadway, and mark it so he could find it on his way back. Well, marking the trail didn't workout too well, because there would be several sticks that were similar and Jack couldn't tell the difference until he got home and examined it. Then he would abandon the fake stick and I had to find him a new one. So one day I took a piece of doweling that was about 1" stock, and whacked off a chunk about 12" long. That stick was his and he cherished it. He would lie in the sun with the stick in the grass next to him, and dream doggie dreams. When I would tell him it was time to get the mail, he would be frantic until he located his stick. Once found, he would grasp it firmly and prance down the road like a potentate, head and tail high. Half way down the lane, drop the stick, mark it, and on to the mail box. Everything was wonderful until one day when he went to mark the spot, his aim was off and he hit the stick full on. On the way back, he went to retrieved his stick and somebody had fouled it. So he abandoned it and proceeded homeward with head and tail down. I had to retrieve it and wash it off. When I offered it to him, he sniffed it, sniffed again, accepted and proceeded to take it back to his grassy spot and tenderly put it in the grass, ready for the next trip. I MISS THAT CRITTER.
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    I remember it well...it was summertime when Dad taught me to swim. I had been hanging around the house, and mom had about enough. So she told dad to get me out of the house. We went down to the local swimming hole, which was a wide, deep part of a local creek. There, without warning, he unceremoniously threw me into the deepest part of the swift creek waters. I really didn't have any problem figuring out how to swim...it came pretty natural. But I had a hell of a time getting out of that burlap sack full of rocks.
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