Forty Rod SASS 3935

I have seldom found a faster check out because they have one or two checkout registers open and lines at the self help area are seven to ten deep. One store doesn't even open registers until 8:00 am and I'm halfway through my day by then.

I find that I also get NO ONE who knows the butt from a hole in the ground....and they are almost all computer-bound. I don't know how some of then find their way out of the store so they can go home at quitting time.

You might get a horse to cross it but I'd bet a mule wouldn't go. They'll walk a narrow trail but they get right against the uphill side and there ain't no uphill side on that bridge.

I keep envisioning claymores....or electric fence INSIDE the shed.

I saw two of them for sale at the big gun show in Pomona many years ago.....back when California was a real place and not some wannabe leftist liberal puke's dream. Interesting pieces but the top gun was way out of my price range...about $450.00 back then. The best of the pair came with 20 "cartridges" and a very nice gun bag. It had an adjustable choke IIRC. The other one was not as good, actually almost junk.

My wife and daughter both selected 2" 6 shot .38 specials and they both could outshoot me, very proficient the wife was and my daughter still is. I have a 1947 Colt 2" Dick Special as my every day piece and I'm good with it, but not as good as them.

Tarzan gots WD-40 and litho grease. Him primative, not stoopid.

I have a dog that spends a lot of her time inventing new ways to lay down for a nap.

Yeah....those things came out about 1978. They don't work all that well, either.

You guys are eveil. I respect that in a man....but not a woman. Women go overboard and will bug you until you die.

They've obviously seen you shoot and know where the safest places are.

This. I have a bunch of Remington and CCI caps but I don't know how to get them to you. Sorry.

I had a black friend who always said "It's so hard to get good caucasian help these days." He and his wife had three men and two women working for them making expensive custom golf clubs and pool cues. Wow! It just occurred to me that he died forty-nine years ago.

You don't have to apologize. Many of us don't think of you as a bad example.

I totally agree. He's still Thomas Alva Taylor dead or alive.

Do you save any money for doing their job for them? Are the waiting lines any shorter? If you answered "no" to either one you're getting shafted.

Yeah. I took my best pair of SAAs to a range and fired about fifty rounds loaded with FFFg. Absolutely no wind, a rarity at this range, and I got all bruised and battered by the nasty looks I got. ;D

Why? What did I do now? And I don't have to take it (if it'sbad) because I never said "I do" to her. You did, though. so there!. Nanner nanner nanner!

Close. He was about 26-28 years old and I haven't seen service stiped on out local LEOs. I'll have to look.

I've been beating that "stop shopping there" drum for fifty years or more. People just haven't been stung enough and / or badly enough, to "inconvenience" themselves and now most of them are so used to it that they just don't care.

I have a friend left over from my Marine days, a Lieutenant JG, who worked at Mare Island as a civilian and retired after they shut the place down and did the HAZMAT clean up that was required.

My tirade of two days ago, continued on a bit yesterday. The only place for miles around that sells sarsaparilla ran out, a place that is a charitable thrift shop turned out to be closed on Monday, and at 10:am traffic was stalled in every direction. As I left the thrift shop there is a narrow two lane road that goes less than a block to Arizona Route 69. One car as ahead of me turning right (west) like I was,. No east-bound traffic. The west-bound traffic was moderately light, but this woosie jackass in front of me would NOT turn if there was a car coming from the east inside a half mile. Finally he turned right and across to the left hand lane. I followed him and he drifted back to the right lane and I braked, turned over behind him and blew around him a punched it up to 75 mph....in a 50 mph zone. It didn't gain me anything because a mile further the traffic in both my lanes was stopped at a light that is always very slow. I worked over to the shoulder to turn right at that intersection, just as the cop behind me turned on his lights. I crept up the the intersection, turned right and right again onto a very wide dirt street and pulled over. His bull horn told me....called me "sir"....to turn left and across to a drive through place that has been closed for a month or so and to park under the roof of the driveway. I did, pulled to a stop, shut off the engine, opened both front windows and took out my license and CCW card. My hands were on the wheel. He explained "I had you pull over here out of the sun because it's way to hot to be standing out there in the sun." He took the cards and asked why I had shown my CCW card and I told him I didn't want any surprises. He asked if I had any guns in the car and told him "three". and where they were. He gave me back the CCW and asked if he could let him sit in the passenger seat and I unlocked the door. He asked where my registration and insurance cards were and took them out of the glove box....from under a loaded 10 shot 9mm pistol and four fully loaded spare magazines....and got out of the car. He asked my to get out and stand at the rear of my car "just as precaution because of the guns aboard". I did. He walked back to his car to call in this and that and came back. Never took his eyes off me for more than a second and never turned his gun side to me nor held anything in his right hand. He wrote me a ticket, explained all I needed to know, and told me I had no previous tickets in Arizona. I told him the last ticket I got was when I lived in California twenty-seven years ago. He got back in his car and left while I put everything away. I'll go pay the fine ($138.00) in another hour. Am I angry? NO, not really. I'm a bit aggravated at myself for losing control. Honestly, I got off pretty easy and I HAD IT COMING! I let my temper take over....which I very seldom ever do. The officer was very professional and respectful, almost friendly, and managed it while being in the hot sun with a confirmed armed man. I lived in California for almost 40 years and dealt with a lot of LEOs and only met a handful who I could truly respect and even fewer I could have liked. I met many who should have never been allowed to wear a badge, much less a gun, and a few who should have been in jail. All of my experiences with LEOs here.....not as common as they were in California because I don't work nor hang out in gun shops any more..... have been friendly, or at least professional. Not a "badge heavy cop" in the state so far. Damn, I love living in north-central Arizona. Okay. It's almost over and I'm back to being my usual well behaved, pleasant, almost lovable self.

Same here. Replica Sharps carbine. Two point muley buck, range about 45 yards. Hit at the base of the neck almost exactly where I was aiming (3" forward of that point). Jumped a bit and landed on his chin. Took me longer to clean the gun than it did the deer... but he tasted great.

One of the very, very few things I miss about California: our 1/8 acre lot in Ontario was loaded with lantana bushes and roses. I miss sitting on the covered patio (AKA the Taj Mahal) and listening to the humming birds humming all over the place, great big lollygagging bumble bees floating around with their humming providing harmony, and some song birds quietly carrying the tune. Very little traffic in our neighborhood and the neighbors get home every day about the time the birds and bees are turning in for the evening. I built six large bat houses and we had almost no bugs of any kind, except for the lady bugs and preying mantises (manti?) that I bought a few time every spring and summer.....and the bats pooped on the plants! The whole thing was calming even though it wasn't loud at all. I'm working on getting my current place done that way. I'll be less irritable and sleep better.