Forty Rod SASS 3935

Nope. That's where the wood screw goes to hold the butt on.

That's why we moved out of Illinois.

And they said you weren't observant. Knock knock!

Never even heard of that before.

Looking for one empty case and one jacketed bullet. Making a black lacquered swagger stick like I had when I was a 2LT in 1965. My kid sister gave to me when I was commissioned and it just vanished about 35 years ago. No one seems to make them any more, but I met this guy with a lathe, the skills, and the dimensions.

Does anyone here load these rounds?

Launched 5 months after my wife and I bought our first house and ten months before I left the Marine Corps. That was over half my lifetime ago.

Copyright?

Harry had SASS contact me with his phone number few years ago, so I called him. Took three tries to get a lady to answer and put him on the line but we had a good talk. I think he was living somewhere here in Arizona by then, but I don't remember just where. I tried a few more times but couldn't even get anyone to answer the phone. He was a charter member of the Grumpy Lunch Bunch and really liked to cafe at the Chino Airport and the Iron Skillet on Ontario. I'll always remember his sense of humor and friendliness. RIP my friend.. It is an honor to have known you. 4T Rod

Haven't seen those in a bunch of years.

I'd like to have something like That, just because it's cool. My dad had a lot of old tools that he restored. Over the years they vanished one by one. I have few (VERY few) that I managed to save, a Yankee drill and Yankee screwdriver, a massive block plane, and som lesser stuff.

Couldn't even put Carol Burnett or any other show from that era one...and that Is a crying shame.

My Mormon relatives and acquaintances thrive on genealogy. I revel in family legends, tales, as stuff like these payroll records.

BULLPUCKY! I'd boycott the whole shi--eree and tell everyone why1

That poor old soldier deserves a peaceful end to his carrer. That makes me both sad and angry.

You traded something of value to someone. That is a form of payment, so you don't need to hang your heard in any company ever.

Again, NOT free. He earned it, just paid it off in advance.

Now, see? That ain't free. She's paying her way as she goes along.

She's earning it just for being as good as she is and having someone recognize that fact.

Not free. Some vet earned tha tfor them.

That isn't free. Someone earned that for them.

I may have mentioned two of my great grandfathers who were Confederate soldiers. One was scour for General Sterling Price and the other signed up and was on his way with a few others to get uniforms weapons, and cetera when a Yankee patrol captured them and he spent the rest of the war in a POW camp in Michigan. Well, I recently was given some of Mom's papers that my sister had ever since Mom passed. Sis didn't know, nor did she much care, what they were. Four eight and a half by fourteen photo copies of pay records for Private Robert C. Owens (My grandmothers uncle and brother to the one who was a scout) of Captain Landis' Company, of Light Artillery, CSA. There are four pay records per page and start on December 8, 1862. There are some gaps because the next one, dated July (can't read the day) 1862. Skip ahead and he is on the Roll of Prisoners of War, captured at Vicksburg on July 4, 1863 and now living at Camp Morton, Indiana. He was released January3, 1865 after refusing for the entire time he was a prisoner to accept parole and finally taking the oath of allegiance to the Union at Camp Morton, Illinois. He was released at Gratiot Street Prison, Saint Louis, Missouri. He was described as dark complexion with brown hair and black eyes, standing 5'7 3/4" tall. One more brick in the wall.

Tiny uneducated minds attempting to make their mark on the world by screwing people better than themselves into changing to fit their twisted values and denigrating (OOOOPSY!!!) them while doing it.

I want to see those plates that exploded.

Not in my time. Ours were raw wood chicken coops ans we didn't have sandbags on the roofs.