Hardpan Curmudgeon SASS #8967

Does these two qualify...? (Interestingly enough, both rifle cartridges can be formed from .348 Winchester) My 1880's vintage Stahl Cape Gun. Sixteen gauge (European short case) and 10.5x47R. Or... the 1874 Gras, in 11x59R? If we look reeeal hard, my son and I could mebbe find other innerestin' stuff in the back of a safe...

Dud.

Har! I watched the thing last night in the wee hours... and unless I blinked, that gal is NOT in it. For what it's worth, I thought it was a mite better than "Hell To Pay" or "The Legend Of Jake Kincaid."

"Free" movie on YouTube. Doubt it'll win any awards, but hey... it's a western, and it's free. I've paid to see worse! And the picture that appears below ain't even in the movie ~ it disappears as soon as you hit "play." Weird.

I want one~!

I went back and watched it again - several times. And I still stand by my earlier observation. Middle-aged woman is fortunate enough to have a ball land by her feet, she's picking it up, and this "gentleman" sprints like twenty feet to where she is, snatches it as she's picking it up, and "shows off" for his family. I think the jerk was lucky she didn't knee 'im in the nards instead of just lecturing him on manners. A lecture I think he deserved.

About... oh... eighteen or nineteen years ago, a buddy and his son invited me and mine for an evening dove shoot on a local ranch. Now, my normal "go-to" gun is an appropriately choked Beretta AL-2. And I had it along, but... "So Kid, ya wanna shoot your Baikal .410?" "Nope, Dad, I'm gonna use my 16 ga Model 12. You can shoot it if ya want!" So I did. Some time later, the two teenagers came walking up to my corner of the orchard we were stationed by, each carrying two or three birds. Sassparilla suddenly noticed the pile of doves at my feet - "Dad! You didn't shoot those my my gun, didja??" "I did indeed, Kid! This thing's a dove-killing machine! Try it!" and handed him the skinny-barreled double, taking his Winchester. He loaded it, and immediately a single bird whizzed past - but didn't get far! POP! Down he came. The kid looked at his gun with a whole new respect, and finished getting his limit with it. Incidently, that particular bird we almost lost - I finally spotted it's tail feathers poking out of a gopher hole! "That's a three-pointer, Son!"

My "Go-To" shotgun for CAS has always been an ancient, long-barreled Stevens 5100 ~ esentially slightly "fancier" 311. I bought this gun in my late teens to be used for what it was designed for - shooting birds. Pheasants and waterfowl, primarily, and from time-to-time quail or dove. But I couldn't hit anything with it! Then one day shooting clay pigeons, Half-Breed Pete's brother said "Lemme see that thing!" I handed it to him, he looked it over, then called "Pull!" and dusted the bird. And every other bird after than, with either barrel. "Howinell did you DO that?" I demanded. "Simple!" sez he. "Obviously, from watching you miss, I figgered the barrels aren't perfectly aligned - remember, it ain't no Holland and Holland or Purdy. So, instead of sighting along the center rib, all I do is move my head slightly and sight along each barrel. Works fine!" I tried it, and he was right! Been doing that for over fifty years now.

My doc would have my hide... but... *drool!*

Bale's consistently good at his job... although I think might have been a tiny bit weak in his portrayal of Dieter Dengler in Rescue Dawn. He'd likely do well as Paladin.

I dunno... I played the first few seconds back several times, and it looks as if the ball was at her feet, when the "gentleman" raced over from about ten seats away and snatched it from her grasp.

Accepted historical wisdom, that. I actually have a repro... tons o' fun to shoot. Although I've never been able to reach the hypothetical eight rounds per minute, it's a heck of a lot faster than a muzzle-stuffer, AND you can load it prone!

Just discussing this with Sassparilla Kid, as he's just driving through Memphis en route to West "By God!" Virginia... He suggested Bradley Cooper ~ I remember him as playing Chris Kyle in American Sniper. I thought he did well, but some might have issues with some of his personal views. Another suggestion he came up with is John Krasinski, most known for the Jack Ryan series. I'm thinking not a bad choice....

Far too many folks (many of whom I know personally, and of a particular "group") seem to have this mental image of all "wealthy" people.

So... where does one find this tome...?

Reminded me of a story shared by my Uncle Bob... Bob grew up near the coast in Southern Texas. As a teenager during the war, he saw many German prisoners working on local farms. Anyway, one day a handful of guards were marching a formation of POW's back to camp, when they passed an orchard full of oranges, ready to be harvested. Suddenly, the prisoners broke ranks and swarmed into the orchard, and started ripping fruit off branches and stuffing them into their shirts. Bob said it was an amazing sight - and the guards pointed and laughed for a few moments, before - with huge grins - they fired a few bursts from their Thompson's into the air. The POW's wandered back onto the road with big smiles, re-formed, and continued happily on their way.

Well... this is different. Half-Breed Pete done sent me the link ~ "You Ain't Gotta Die..." Catchy tune, I s'pose....

I'm reminded of a time when I worked in an office full of women. One day, being of a whimsical nature, I placed a small, rubber mouse atop the battery-powered wall clock - "Lookit here, gang! 'Hickory, Dickory Dock, one mouse ran up the clock!'" A few chuckes, and a bunch of shaking of heads at the silliness of the resident male. Then came a day a few months later when one of the ladies, Tish, came boiling out of the server room and made a bee-line to my desk. Upon her arrival, she proceeded to chew me out something royally - much worse than my now-"ex" ever did. So, I watched in uncomprehending astonishment, as did everyone else in the room. Finally, I suggest to her that I had absolutely no idea what might be the root of her displeasure. Well, she kicked it up a notch and started in afresh. When someone else in the room asked the same thing, she blurted "HE PUT A MOUSE BY THE SERVER JUST TO SCARE ME!! I'm TIRED of your CHILDNESS!" Uh... no I didn't. I didn't do that. "Oh YES you did!" she retorted. So, en mass, the entire staff followed the irate gal into the server room, where she assumed a ramrod-straight pose and pointed a sharp index finger and bellowed "SEE?" as she pointed to a spot in front of the server control. We all looked... and sure 'nuff, there was a mouse. Who immediately woke up and looked at Tish as if asking "What's up? Can't a mouse-dude catch a nap without all this screeching?" Which of course the assembled womanly mass immediately joined in on. Of course, it fell upon me to capture the hapless critter and transport him outside to the bushes. And as a aside, many years later, as I was clearing out my desk on retirement day, I remarked "Oh! A dead mouse!" Naturally, all the wimmin shrieked. And when I pulled out a computer mouse by it's wire and held it aloft, they were not amused.

Me, too! I remember when grandma's ice box went away... she got a new GAS refrigerator! I recall lying on my tummy in the kitchen, gazing at the little blue flame in the bottom of the reefer and marvelling at how fire could make cold.

Oh, I know some folks whose HOA "Karens" would just poop yellow Legos!

Well! Lore has it that Douglas built '17's had a visibly higher rivet count than the Boeing planes; I'd heard several "knowledgeable and experienced" aeronautical sorts discuss this during visits to The Planes of Fame in Chino*. Dunno if this is accurate or not. However, you can tell by the data plate - the Boeing plane plate identifier was a BO. Douglas planes were DL, for "Douglas Long Beach." And VE indicated Lockheed-Vega, in Burbank. But in the case of this particular aircraft, well... I asked the docent. The fella on duty one of the days Ms Helen Brimstone and I visited enjoyed hearing about Helen's mom, Alice, having been Donald Douglas's personal assistant during the war. He (the docent, not Mr Douglas! ) spent a goodly amount of time with us, and happily gave us a non-standard "tour" of the plane. We'll most likely be back in Tucson next March - the museum is an absolute "must see!" *Sadly no longer with us, Wilbur Richardson was always fun to talk with at PoF. Very friendly, a wealth of knowledge, and I'm sure his spirit is still there....

We'll anxiously await your report...!

I remember when y'all got that bad boy...!

A Douglas built B-17.

Interesting - "U. S. Navy Glove Pistol." Evidently this was available for WW II SeaBees; if some enemy type attempted to board your bulldozer, just punch 'im! The plunger-activated single-shot device would fire a .38 S&W, and hopefully end the boarding attempt. Cool, huh...? Article Link