Forty Rod SASS 3935

I learned long ago that if something doesn't directly influence my life I can safely ignore it, sooooooooo PFFFFTT!

Maybe OSHA isn't the answer. We lived for many generations before government "know-it-alls" and bureaucrats, all vastly over paid and with run-away "authority", got involved.

"The Peacemaker"....drawn backwards.

Search the web for STONEWARE JUGS and take your pick. There are hundreds of sizes, shapes, colors, etdangcetera out there. I have several jugs from quart to gallon size that I've had for years. Mostly just decorations these days, but they all have been used to carry water (and other assorted liquids) in the past. Your local hardware store should have corks to fit them all.

What a wonderful presentation. Great harmony. No offensive screeching or crappy background music (which entirely too often takes over and drowns out everything else). Sung in a way that allows everyone to hear the words without individual "solos" worked into the mix. The kind of music I can listen to for hours on end. Thanks, Joe.

Only one I know of around here (Bill's?) is across the street from the Prescott Court House Plaza. Used to go there when I was volunteering at the Opera House, but almost never get to that part of town any more. Mighty good pizza, though.

So.............are you safe and functional?

Wow! Look how far we have allowed things to slip. Have a great and wonderful Independence Day on the 4th of July. I pray that the nation will never totally forget what it is that we are celebrating....and at what cost we have kept as much as we have over the years.

And all of this is done in much less time and much more accuracy plus a batch more benefits today. What will it be like in another eighty years?

They will likely walk away with a small fine and one more insignificant entry on their record. Depends on where this happened.

Sharps40, my friend, you have created one of the very most elegant and graceful-looking carbines I have ever seen. It rates right along side the 1908 Mannlicher-Schoenauer sporting model carbine which is my all-time favorite rifle. Thanks for the adventure.

Gonna be hard for this one to NOT go political!

Bacon grease and bits are good on almost everything but Ice cream.

Always.

Thanks. So am I. We can grow old together.

Vietnamese Montagnards were still using home-made cross bows in a 1969. Amazingly efficient for what they were. Five simple pieces: stock, body, bow, trigger, and string.

Hormel Black Label Center Cut. Nothing more to say.

You could probably have that dent taken out. I know you live fifteen miles out of Boondock City, but there must be a gunsmith somewhere around there who could do that for you. Some shade tree gun mechanic who would like a challenge. Look around and see what you can find. BTW, how are you doing? Haven't herd from you for a spell and figure you got drafted or are in the hoosgow or something equally nasty.

Well, it's coming up on three weeks now ans she s starting to getthings right. I was told she is 8 years old. My vet says more like 11 or 12. The Humane Society spayed her and she's healing slowly and still has some pain.. Has a dental problem they didn't tell me about. Said she was found running feral on the rez...they didn't say the rez is in Mexico. Peed on the floor ONCE when we got home. I put down some piddle pads. She used one by the back door, but partly missed it. I took it outside and showed her how to use the dog door. She hasn't missed again. Was underweight and skinny. Filling out nicely now, but is a very fussy eater. Very timid around strangers, but becomes overly lovable when she gets used to someone. Can be annoying. Don't dare take her out without leash yet. First time it took me 20 minutes and four other people to help round her up. Going to visit the groomer lady after another week to let her surgery heal. Stinks like a dog right now and scratches a lot. Looks very much like my lady that just died. Named her Sugar and I've seen no reason to change it.

F'rinstance. I just got a first model Beretta T-70 pistol', a .32 acp / 7.65mm wonderment. I bought one new in 1960 when they were new, being a replacement for the 1935 model. I kept it for a lot of years when I had to sell it. They made a few changes over the years and made many, many, MANY of them, many threaded for "silencers". Most European police and military had them and they were a favorite of the Israeli Mossad and the Soviet secret guys. I know nothing of this particular pistol's history....and my curiosity is twitching. My friend and gunsmith got it for me from someone in Texas for $600.00 and shipping. It's a solid 95% gun. I have many others, like a Colt #3 .41 derringer I bought for $5.00 in a Pomona antique / junk store. They thought it was a toy cap gun. (I often wondered how they stayed inbusiness) No one could tell me anything about the previous history, but I ended up with a 90% gun that I have been offered $550.00 for. I bought a Remington "Iroquois" .22 from a young Marne who had been carrying it loaded in his car. (Thank God he never fired it.) He needed $25.00 because his Tijuana girlfriend wouldn't take a credit card. It's a 65-70% gun worth about $180.00 today. Then there's a 1947 vintage Colt Detective Special. It's a 2" .38 Special, about 95% that I tried to buy from a friend for five years. When he found he was dying from brain cancer he gave me the gun. He never told me where he got it. It's my personal carry and car gun now. Or how about a Remington M-51 pistol, another .32 acp piece that I bought in a gun store in Chino, CA for $150.00. Someone who wanted a "real gun"used it for down payment on a .44 (?) Desert Eagle...which he later got rid of because he couldn't handle the recoil. I bought an 80-85% pistol for $150.00 It is much better than one I saw in a local shop a few weeks ago that that they were asking $1,150.00 for. I have no history on these and a few dozen other guns in my collection, including my father's 1908 Remington .35 carbine and his 12 gauge Stevens 520 pump shotgun. He bought them together in 1938 for $25.00 and got a couple of boxes of ammo for each gun. He got them from a man name of Arch Simms (I have no idea why I remember his name and I never met him) that he worked with who decided he didn't want to work for the Forest Service any more.....and Dad thought he needed something better than a break action single shot 12 gauge "wreck" working in Oregon's woods. So...do you have any "mystery guns" that you would like to know the history of?

What is a "magnifier"?

You're about a generation too late, Brock. Utah Bob and Boston John Ducette are great examples, but go back about 35 years or so and there are scores of poets amongst us and nary a bad one in the entire roster. Many have passed on into the sunset and many are still around and busily poeting. Some are one-shot writers, others are much more prolific, some come and disappear only return later. Check back and enjoy. I do every so often.

My Mother's family were early Mormons who settled a lot of Utah starting about 1845. There were several polygamists in her background. Now, Mormon's are known for keeping records of their families and genealogy is a religious calling. My grandmother could recite her family tree and had piles of documents on a huge round table in her dining room. I never saw the top of that table, but Grandma told me once that following a family tree could become as much a part of one's life that never stopped. There were some strange connections in that pile of paper on the big round table, but I never got involved in genealogy very much. Family reunions were a wonderful collection of strange strangers and great food. They sometimes went on for days.

Don't know. Don't care. I'll never own an electric car.

When my wife was still alive she bought me a bunch of guns over our 51 years together. My daughter has bought me three handguns and my son bought me a shotgun and a rifle. Ammo, cleaning gear, etc are found in Christmas stockings, show up at birthdays, and sometimes just because. For my 50th birthday I got a .49 round ball in a tiny little canvas sack with a red ribbon card that read "there are 49 more. Find them." It took about three weeks, but I got them all. Then we went up Lytle Creek and shot them all up in an afternoon. We are a gun family.