Forty Rod SASS 3935

What's this "excuse" crap? See it. Want it. Buy it. 'Nuff said.

Prayers are sent, Jack. Trust in God and the doctors and keep us posted.

I still remember when our party line number was 47B. Then it became 2147b, SKyline 2 (SK2)-2175).....No longer a party line..... and finally, 752-2175. When area codes came along ours was 801...Utah. I also remember "Number please." "Miss Alice,(or which ever operator was there) this is Tom Taylor. Can you ring Mom's number so I can let her know I'm home?" "I sure can, Tommy. Hey, did your sister get over the measles okay?" "Yeah, she's back to being a pest. I'll let Mom know you asked." "Thanks. See you in church." I also remember "Number please." "I cut myself real bad. Can you call Doctor Malouf?" and having operator stay on the line talking me down, telling me to wrap a towel around the cut and keep pressure on it, asking questions until the doctor was on the doorstep inside of 20 minutes. One of the other operators had called the doctor and Dad and Dad got there about 5 minutes after the doctor did. I really, honestly miss those days.

If it's going to keep you awake nights or cause you any other problems block him. Life is too short to have to put up with that sort of burden.

Come on up and bring your gun. I'll show you my Star Model 43 Fire Star (I bought it new about 40 years ago and carried the heavy little bugger for close to 30 of those years. It still rides in the dash of my car with four of the nine mags that I bought with the gun.) and buy you lunch at Nana's. Then we can go to J&G together. I need some mag pouches like the ones they sold me a few years ago. It won't save you any money, but you can get a good trip out of it, a free lunch, and maybe meet some folks you never met before. Call ahead and make sure they are in stock, let me know when you'll be here, and come ahead on.

I never heard of a bell choir until just before last Christmas. Several denominations of churches got together for a two hour Cantata. One group (Lutheran?) had about a dozen, mostly ladies, with those wonderful bells. All had at least two bells, and three or four had more. I had no idea how many different sounds could be made with just one bell. I'd been to those cantatas before, but this was the first time a bell choir came. It was a marvelous evening and I'll go again for as long as I'm able. They were almost as good as the Mormon Tabernacle choir in Salt Lake City, and they had lots more types of music than just singers and pipe organs. Sorry for the off subject butting-in, but you gotta see and hear a good bell choir performance before you die.

At eighteen I had just received a SAA .45 with a 5 1/2 barrel for Christmas. It was made in 1959 and I was the first owner. It went EVERYWHERE with me....well, almost....for the next 38 years. I didn't get a motor cycle until three years later, a Harley 74 (75? I never was a motorcycle guy and sold it a year later.) Why? Because motorcycles ain't got no back seat for those cold nights at the drive in, no place for an ice chest, no heaters, etc.....and no matter how hard I tried I could never fog up the window.

I'd use that photo in my defense for shooting the SOB that screwed up spelling patrIot

The apartment that Shawna and I sub-let, for two weeks after we eloped, until my orders moved us across the continent had been occupied by three college guys. They were good friends of ours. They had painted the toilet traffic light red because "every man should have a chance to hug a redhead". My wife, a redheaded mostly Irish-Scottish lady, left a note taped to the top: "Gary, you BOYS will be very lucky if you ever get the chance to hug a real redhead." He told me that they all read it and laughed until they ran out of air.

I believe I'll stick to my 1947 Colt Detective Special 2" .38 Special with SIX shots. It' s as stock as a stove with only a Tyler T-grip added, and it rides very comfortably in a Vampire shoulder holster. I've carried it about four years since it was given to me and the weight doesn't even make a difference any more. A pair of speed loaders should be enough to keep me in the game.

I got one when I was about ten years old for free in a college guy's experiment. Our entire school district was offered them. It wore out and vanished about ten years after we got them done. It's the only tat I ever had and look at all the money I saved.

He should have been shot in the womb. (First heard that after my Dad watched a newscast with Jimmy Carter.)

Maybe some of those folks peed in somone's oatmeal (as my Dad used to say.)

I've been beating that drum for many years.

They never ran a string of horses or mules nor led a hunting party of four guys and all their gear in the mountains, either, I'll bet.

It's been a while since I had looked at it. The first entry was in 2003 and he stopped doing it about five years back. Sure a lot of names of our party who have passed during that period, many of whom I knew in person, on the wire, or just have familiar names. Many more have left us in the five years since Bob quit cataloging them. This "excursion" has been one of friendship, associations, and big vacancies in my life. Lots of memories there. Bob did a similar list of Veterans who had served and some who were still serving. I am proud to have my name first on that list. A lot of those names are no longer seen, died, quit, got married, just vanished, but the memories still come rolling out as I read the names on both lists. Both of those lists have names from places far outside the good old USA. Thanks, Bob. You done good

Found some Sunset at Cracker Barrel and bought two bottles to try it out. Not much of a distinct flavor and sort of "flat". I don't see myself buying it again.

So did I. 20" (?) barrel and a belt slide with 15 extra rounds of 150 gr. Silver Tip . Backed by a 1959 vintage .45 Colt SAA 5.5" in an old Hunter holster and gun belt rig.

Useless as tits on a chicken. As practical as a barb wire jock strap.

Thanks, folks, but Sassnetguy50 beat you all to it. I do appreciate the offers and when (if?) I get the models finished I'll try to get a pic or two posted. Thanks again. 4T

as steady as a fart in the wind

I'm looking for a Colt Lightning repro in .44-40, with a 24" octagonal barrel that is as close as possible to the originals in appearance, and is as reliable as possible right out of the box. I prefer one without a CCH receiver. Who makes the best....in your opinion?

Some sure is. I'm an adequate cook, but a great baker. Growing up in a Mormon family I got recipes from Mom and Grandma, aunts, cousins, ladies in the church, girlfriends and their families, the local newspaper, and even bulletin boards almost everywhere. I still can't do good sourdough (lack of patience) and haven't ever been able to make divinity, but have a lot of other things that work out just FINe! And people wonder why I've been over weight for over half my life. HUH!!!

I had a birds head "skull buster"grip frame, full top strap, 7" barrel Merwin & Hulbert in "Caliber 1873 Winchester". It was nickel plated with gutta percha grips. I got it at a gun show in Pomona for about $45.00 because "The damn thing don't work." A new barrel wedge and some springs and good cleaning by Old Scout (RIP, and it worked just fine. I used it a lot until some little people got to complaining about my being able to dump the empties and reload so fast. It was stolen a few years later, as were 13 other pistols and a Whitney Burgess type 2 rifle. After all these years I'd shoot the thief on the front steps of town hall in front of witnesses if I could find him.

I spent five days on Guam after a typhoon went through. Another soldier, 2Lt, Jay Daniels, and I were put up by a Gaumanian (is that such a word?) family and maybe sixty other guys were living with other families. "Momma" tried her very best to feed us to death. I felt really awful about eating their food because the typhoon had pretty much cut off electricity, potable water, transportation, and groceries. And I really felt bad when she fed us before she fed the family. Rescue supplies, medical people and items, and construction crews and supplies got there after a few days and we went back to Okinawa. At Christmas time my wife and some other ladies got together and sent all kinds of things to Guam for Momma and anyone else who took care of us. Lots of cigarettes and candy bars went into those boxes, too, and a number of bolts of cloth. The same day they sent it off I got a big box of candied fruit, jams and jellies, ready to heat and eat chicken and fish, veggies, and baked goods. There was a note to me and Lt. Daniels: "You boys don't eat enough. There are resipies (sp?) in the bottom of the box so your wifes (SP) can make good foods for you. Merry Christmas. Get fat." Some cultures revolve around food, usually really good food...and most of them are never overweight. They burn off a LOT of calories just staying alive.