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HA!!!! ya thohts ya got rid of me but here I am agin. My Mom told me many times "you best be careful or you gonna kill youself some day" I just keep trying. Come awful close recently. Bragging. I got to my home club late and shot 3 whole stages, all clean. My best stage was just a hair over 70 seconds. Best match in three years. That is the result of little nap on my front porch. Dr. recommended I not lay down quite so hard in the future. Since I don't take advice well, he kept me in the hospital for 5 2 days. When I got on here today, first time in a WHILE, I was sure the quality of corospondence would have improved, but what do find all in a bunch? Chicasaw Bill, Michigan Slim, Blackwater, Linn Kellar, Sub Deacon Joe and (gasp){surely not but my evil twin} JBar the cowboy. I am afraid that having discovered that there having been no improvement whilst I was gone, I feel obligated to return to this forum to elevate the quality. I shall endeavor to persist altho I fear some resistance. I was telling my evil twin about my latest effort with my recent purchase of a cordless pole chain sawInstead of receiving the comfort I needed he told me that he felt no sympathy for me since knew I was not allowed out of the house without adult supervision. I'll be watching you.

Next you are going to ask me to give back all of the Jeeps, pickups and handmade shotguns I have won.

My designer died.

This morning!

My choice

I remember the important things about my wedding. Miss Lorrie's dress gapped a bit in front and she had a pink bow on her bra. Everything else is rather fuzzy right up till the pastor asked us to kneel and I remembered I was wearing my ROTC shoes with a hole the size of a silver with my socks showing thru in each shoe.

Let's don't talk about rocking chairs and Grandmothers. I watched my Grandmother accidentally kill my kitten with her rocker. I was SO messy

I was a Third Grader before I learned the ink well on my desk was not for dipping pigtails. Mrs. Mary Barker had ways of emphasizing behavior corrections. Scene. Mrs Mary's 1st grade classroom. I'm happily chewing on my pencil. Mrs Mary walked by my desk and said "Jimmy, we don't chew our pencils in 1st Grade". I gave the only possible answer "Yes, Mrs Mary". She took another step and I stuck my pencil back in my mouth. She slapped my clear out of my seat. Results? You will not find a pencil any where in my vicinity that has toothmarks.

I spent a Saturday afternoon with my Father some 70+ years ago chasing a HUPMOBILE around town. Dad wanted as close a look as possible of the "Car of the Future".

No, NO, No!!! Grand daughter posted some baby pictures.

I thought Facebook and Twitter were bad but last night I had occasion to open Instagram!!

Go to a shoot and have someone younger than you offer to push your cart!!

Donovan's Reef-any time any place. I'm on if it is.

Let's me know how lucky I am.3 kids, 5 grand kids, 4 great grandkids and only one slip up.

JUST REMEMBER THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SEARCHING FOR ATTENTION IN FLORIDA, FAILED I CALIFORNIA.

Don't you know that anything growing or maybe just sitting out side of the City Limits belongs to anyone that would like to have .?? Farmers are so rich that they are happy to allow you to have any of that stuff if it pleases you.The farmer loves to "share" with everyone. A fellow came onto my place when no one was home. and "shared" 2 chainsaws, tool box, gas cans, aluminum ladder and a log chain. I was thrilled to make someone happy. Sarcasm mode off. ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY

I drove 35 miles over rough Missouri backroads with a full insulated cup of coffee on the back bumper of my pickup. Walked around the truck, said "There it is". Strangely it was not too cool to drink. I went to North Mo for a deer bowhunt. Second day took a small buck. LOaded him in this same pickup and drove 15 miles back to camp. and as I applied the brakes in camp my $900 Bear Custom Kodiak bow slid slowly down my windshield.

Have you seen the English contests to see whose squirrel is the smartest. I was told by an Englishman that they would happily take back all of the starlings if we would come get the grey squirrels.

My Father liberated a couple of Katanas in 1945. A thought for a ladies belt knife is to shop the flea markets for a ladies "dinner knife". They were small(5"0 or less) double edged sheath knife. Supposedly carried when ladies were going out to dinner at a place that might have menu items that needed to be cut and she did not wish to use the large cutlery provided. Some are rather elaborate and since the blade is necessarily small can be found damaged and as such are rather inexpensive. Sine the knife is primarily for display a broken blade is not a bad thing. In fact I know of several cowboys have broken the blades off on knives with attractive handles. Cuts the weight in half.

Most of my forebearers were from Ireland. Some just were passing through and some were ancestral residents. A lot were from southern Ireland where the local criminals settled. I recently have purchased an Irish patterned kilt. A nice thing about the kilt is that if you don't like it you can kiss my xxx, and a kilt makes it easier for you to get to. Hell, I'm 83 years old and I can prove it by my stage times.

OH' MY!!!

67-68 I was short- 13 days left in country when our little brown brothers decided to throw a TET party.

I saw a Ruger 357 in just such a condition. He said he was experimenting with Bullseye.

I'm old, slow and crippled up in one way or another but I would love that shoot. If'n I was trying to beat someone I shouldn't have started this foolishness I'm reminded of a small man that my father went through basic training with. Shooting the M1, Dad said he would shoot a clip full, laugh and crawl back up to the firing line.