Cheyenne Ranger, 48747L

Military discount they offer

just sent my DD-214 off to them

Hotter than two rats making whoopee in a wool sock

Cheyenne Ranger SASS #48747L (the True Story) Alias: I was born a long time ago but since I was very small at the time I don’t remember much of it. I misspent my youth developing a love of slow horses and fast women. This led to me leaving quite a few towns in a great hurry, many times, at night, on the back of someone’s “borrowed” horse. I gravitated to the area around Cheyenne, Wyo. At that time respectable work was hard to find which was fine with me. The best and easiest work was riding with a group of cowpokes that would search out “lost” cattle and the fellers that kinda helped them get lost. We were a semi-legal group that acquired the collective name of Rangers. Nowhere near the quality or style of our Texas brethren but we did provide some service to the ranchers in the area. We drank hard and rode easy—it was a good life and one that didn’t require much effort from me, other than not falling off the back of my mount after an especially hard night of drinking. Alas, all good things must come to and end. Several less-reputable members of our band decided that there was more money in helping the cattle get “lost” than finding them—it made perfect sense to me at the time. Once again, I found myself on the back of a fast moving horse with the lights of Cheyenne disappearing in the distance. Figured about then, that since too make people knew my real name, I might want to be known by a different moniker—hence Cheyenne Ranger now rode the ranges of the West. Time passed and I ended up in No-Name City. Helped Ben Rumsfeld and Partner with their project to gather the spilled gold dust from under all the bars and stores. When the town literally disappeared into the ground, Lee asked me if he could model the character Kid Shelleen after me—I was flattered and agreed, though the most fun I had was singing with Nat King Cole and Stubby Kaye throughout Cat Ballou. Always hated that my part ended up on the cutting room floor. Next I traveled south and stopped for a time in New Mexico; Lordsburg seemed like a nice place. It had been a long and lonely trip and I was in need of female companionship. Word on the street was that a woman had come in from Kansas City, KS to bury her husband. I met Violet Peacock, SASS #56964, soon after his funeral. He had been on the stagecoach from Tonto to Lordsburg. He was wounded by an arrow and later died from the infection. Here was a woman that a man could settle down with! Violet and I were married and began a quiet, simple life. Both she and I became teachers working for the local school district and live peaceably even to this day. Interest in CAS: It was here in the school system where I met Lady Wolf. She and her husband Lone Wolf would be the ones to invite me to attend my first Texas Regulators match. They were generous with guns, gear and ammo and before the match was over I knew this was for me, especially since I live 10 miles from the range—this was meant to be! Selecting an alias was simply returning to my nickname from the Wyoming Ranger days—Cheyenne Ranger. Gathering the guns, leather, clothing and ammo has been an ongoing process. By now we have more hardware than some of the smaller third-world countries, abet all of it single or lever action. Reloading has always been a part of my life and now I got to add more calibers and even resume reloading for the scattergun—an old rotator cuff surgery requires loads even lighter than the Winchester Featherlites, plus Violet is a genteel lady of fine up-bringing. Now that I am well into my second year of CAS, I am looking forward to being more of an asset to the club. I hope to attend RO-I school and increase my support for the Texas Regulators. I got to write one set of Stage Descriptions and want to do some more. The urge to shoot with other clubs is increasing and Slash and I will be doing that soon. There even is some talk of actually beginning to aim at the targets though I find that to be a highly overrated skill. Other Hobbies: I cast bullets and reload. I probably have paid for Mike Dillon’s trips to Paris once or twice (that’s Paris, France, not Texas.) Other than those activities I devote myself full-time to seeing to Violet’s every need and wish. She is a lady of great elegance and grace though she did marry me (something that never ceases to amaze me.) Most Memorable Moment was when my brother, Slashwood Whittler, joined up and has become my shooter partner. I hope to involve my wife, Violet Peacock, in CAS shooting in the coming months. She is getting encouragement from Tracker’s better half Kit O’Leary—a perfect reason for more guns, gear and get-ups. Deep Dark Secret: Taught to me by an old cowhand, “If you count all the legs and divide by 4 you’ll know how many cows are in the herd.” Cheyenne Ranger and Violet Peacock are Walter and Debbie Laich who have been “molders of young minds” (teachers) in Spring I.S.D. Debbie has taught for 30 years in elementary and middle schools and Walter for 35, all at Ponderosa Elementary. They have seen FM 1960 as a two-lane road and remember deer crossing at 1960 and Kuykendahl—however he doesn’t remember breakfast.

that is the right link we tried PS2, and went back to PS1. Cowboy club, here maybe we knew PS1 too well to have to relearn some of the new ways to get things done. of course we sign folks up AT the match and post to PS website the results. We do send out the overall, by categories and clean shooters as .pdfs to all the members after the match cr

I looked at their website, and it shows 6 employees, including the dispatcher https://www.tooltexas.org/city-of-tool-tx-police

garden hose

I shoot mine till they split/crack. Of course, I'm not anywhere near getting the keys to the Caddie if there are 18 shooters, I hope to be in the Top 25. my enjoyment is the shooting and the interaction with my friends. and I do understand some folks' enjoyment is being at the top of the scoresheet--whatever floats your boat

both of mine are set for distance. No trouble with sights on rifle or pistol. do have dioptor +1.00 for reading glasses. Need them when I'm doing stuff about 1 foot away. Two feet to the computer screen and no need for glasses.

Forgot to mention: if you can find a mentor, life is so much easier learning how to do this

using an old MEC 8567 Grabber. Works fine for me. I can load 100 hulls in an hour, taking my time. That's from walking into the garage, loading, cleaning up, boxing, and walking out. I do reside with a sizemaster when I get back from matches--that's when I sort/discard hulls. Also run them all through a QuikLoader to put the 3° crimp at the top. These two are off the clock. QuikLoader: https://coyotesmercantile.com/products/quikloader?srsltid=AfmBOorr4_xqoVeZSqgVy_Hr-ltm2YtodxskgdACEQymSKDSME3wEXjs just a happy customer I enjoy the reloading process and see it as another hobby

Shared the news with our club, Hopalong♠Ace is one of us (TRR)

was an elementary teacher for 35 years we wouldn't do it--anything dealing with minors must have parental permission. We didn't publish anything without written documentation

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