Forty Rod SASS 3935

Yeah! Hey Martha, take the kids over by the bears so I can get their picture, Don't worry, they're tame. NO! THEY DAMN SURE ARE NOT TAME!

Looking at again I think it needs a bipod, front pistol grip, a silencer / muzzle brake / flash hider, and a folding butt stock.....and just maybe a bayonet lug. And paint it camo colors. too.

I used to dream in color with full sound, etc. The VA gave me some medicine to get rid of that because of some unsettling dreams I was having. I don't dream any more, or if I do I don't remember them.

That's why there are so many flavors of ice cream.

Oh, HELL YES! But it's like looking at a Rolls Royce, or a classic Jaguar. They're fun to look at but I don't really want nor need one.

I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking and Dad downstairs singing "In a cabin, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, lived a miner, a forty-niner and his daughter Clementine". It took a few seconds to wipe away the sleep and get myself together. Now, here's where it got strange: the only bacon in the house was a pound I bought yesterday and put in the freezer, I live with my dog in a one story house, and Dad died 1n 1995. In those few seconds I felt a wonderful day coming on. Weird, but wonderful. The human mind is a marvelous thing. I wish I still had one. Good morning to y'all.

And yet no one gets shots of UFOs anymore. They don't look at the sky. They just look at their cell phones.

BTW, small town mom and pop cafes are the most useful places I know to learn things...and they often have good food, good service, decent prices, and they know your name, and quite often pretty much you are going to order. I have a bunch of them hereabouts. Also I have a proven way to meet some people almost anywhere. I usually wear a rather "experienced" Resistol hat and I walk up to someone wearing a big ol' cowboy hat and say "Y'know, a person has to be crazy to wear a big ol' hat like that to town." Once in a blue moon I get a negative reaction from some old fart with no sense of humor, but I can often end up with a name and a phone number.....and a new friend. Try it. You'll like it. Hey! That could be used in a TV commercial.

Looks like some of the guns I see at the range, a nice useful, manageable gun weighted down with pounds of crap (that quite often the owner doesn't even know how to use, but "everyone's got 'em") and now the gun is so overloaded that it's essentially useless.

Mine is a Lansky with two angles and two sets of rods.

I never heard "Political correctness" until my daughter came home from college for Christmas holiday and was telling us that she wasn't considered for any of the sororities because she wasn't "politically correct". She didn't let it slow her down. She graduated third in her class and inside of five years started two businesses (and later two more). When she finally got married she sold three of them and became an "overnight" very wealthy lady. A couple of years later she sold her half of business number four to her partner for a plane ticket and meals to DC to see what he had going. He retired last year and has more money than Midas.

I just got home from lunch. I was sitting across from three young guys, probably early to mid-20s in work clothes with an electric company logo on each one. There was an old man sitting behind them and sort of facing me. One of these young men was telling the others about his new girlfriend, a redhead with long legs. Another kid said something about not much liking redheads because his girl had "crow black" hair. He also liked long legs. Number three came aboard with a comment about not caring about their hair as long as they had dark hair and a big chest. I glanced at the old guy who winked at me and stood up to leave. He stopped to putdown a tip and then spoke up. "You fellows are still kinda young so I'm going to give you a lesson that took me over forty-five years to learn. There are only two parts to any woman that mean anything at all. The first is the tween." They looked confused. "That's the space 'tween the top of their head and the tips of their toes." He went on ,"the other part is the 'menta center', the space in their head that gives them a personality, and, hopefully a good brain and a sense of humor. Everything else is just window dressing." I got up to leave as three heads got together and went to talking about what they had learned....an smiling like Cheshire cats. It was a good day.

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People, read what you are saying! We've already lost if we don't stop sniping at each other.

I'm pretty sure if we keep on nitpicking, insulting, questioning, and second guessing everything out various organizations, other gun folks and arguing with everyone WE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING we are wanting to keep. Also sitting at a computer or using a cell phone instead of making reasonable, well-thought-out contact with legislators at every level, other people in places of influence, TV producers, sponsors, actors, law enforcement, judges and other legal types.Make phone calls, write letter, whatever to put our message out. I was in the habit for many years of writing letters od making phone calls every day. iI tried to recruit friends and acquaintances and I kept getting the same responses : " My letter won't change their minds". True BUT if you get two people to write and each of them get two people etc., sooner of later YOU WILL CHANGE THEIR VOTES! Most of them are in the business of getting reelected...nothing more nor less, and if they get enough people going against them they will likely cover their own butts by modifying their votes. Think about it. I've seen it work on less powerful agencies than the ones going against us, but I think it would still work if we simply organize, cooperate with others, stop diddling around and fighting among ourselves, and stay with it.

I have always used an old fashioned sling....and not all that often, either.

Proof that stupid people are still trying to legislate stupidity out of existence. I hope they succeed so they, too will vanish.

Sic 'em, NRA. Go for the jugular vein and no holds barred.

From as long ago as I can remember if something couldn't outrun or fight off my son it went in his mouth

That has to be the best emergency landing any where...... ever! The close captioning under the image, however IS THE MOST AGGRAVATING DAMNED FOOLISH MESS I HAVE EVER SEEN. Someone needs to take whoever came up with that out to the woodshed and wear our some lumber on him or her and send the person out to unemployed line.

As you may have noticed, the 1911 is MY GUN. The one I carry now has been fine tuned by David Fink at Gunsite Academy in Paulden, AZ. With his guidance and my desires I now have a perfect piece for me He did a "match up" job on My Colt Government .380 as well. Thanks, Dave, and say "hi" to your ladies for me.

Weird people? Son, you have to narrow that down. You just posted on a site made up some of the weirdest people I can imagine.....and most you are good folks. Well, maybe you aren't. If you want weird, look at the leaders of almost every government from HOAs to president, royalty, tyrants, and the list goes on. . . . . . . . . And ON!

I had one for awhile, shot ammo from Poland (?) through it. It wasn't a really bad gun but huge and awkward. I traded it for an unfinished reproduction stock set for a 1903 Springfield with all the metal parts.

I have given away a lot of things, but someone stole 13 guns from me while we were moving. That was 40 years ago and I'll shoot that SOB in front of witnesses if I ever find him...after I make sure he's the one.

I thought your lunch box WAS a covered wagon. I'm sorry. I just couldn't pass that up.