Cold Lake Kid, SASS # 51474

It is rumored, that Japan was working on a device themselves and it was set off in what is now North Korea. The story is that the device was a "Fizzle" possibly due to Tritium contamination of the core. If the suspected site could site could be visited and samples taken, it is claimed the question could be resolved. Kinda makes me shiver.

Well, it's likely a Canadian recipe. Our (mis)government was funding an edible insect project.

I got a deal and bought enough W231 to keep me going for some time, so I doubt I'll be buying any TB now, even if it becomes available here in the 51 st Canada.

Hey, I have a relation, with my name, who was in the 27 Georgia, in the War of Northern Aggression! Mind you, I also have an abundance of relations who wore blue.

With the growing Independence sentiment in parts of the West and the Alberta Premier promising an Independence vote in the near future, it's possible, in the longer term, that Alberta could eventually seek union. The Western trade routes, for decades, were not East-West, but North-South. That includes financial and family ties. An Independent Alberta, with access to tidewater and the ability to ship natural resources etc, would become an economic powerhouse. With the end of Equalization Payments (15 Billion+) heading east to less affluent Provinces, Independence is looking more interesting all the time, even for those sitting on the fence. It has been argued that an Independent Alberta citizens and Pensioners would lose their medical coverage, Old Age Security (OAS) and Canada Pension Plan Benefits (CPP) but the increases in revenue may well offset that loss. I don't like to think about breaking up my country, but the divisions keep getting deeper and wider while those profiting by them choose to ignore the issues. The Province of Quebec's Independence vote, even though it did not pass, obtained much of what the Separatists wanted; many concessions and huge financial advantages and payouts, so even with an unsuccessful Alberta Independence vote, the mere fact that was is in the works will sound a warning and draw attention where it is needed. Just the view from my saddle.

The new Prime Minister was an advisor to the former and all the old gang is still there. Unfortunately, during the election campaign, gullible left leaning voters swallowed the fiction of change, while all that was done was put lipstick on the pig.

Wallaby Jack: We/I don't hear anything about the hole in the Ozone Layer anymore. Is it still a thing in your part of the world?

No less a personage than the Canadian Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau, stated Canada is a Post National country and it had no core values. In my view, it is one of the things that helped trigger your President to suggest union. I can not fault him for making the assumption. Succeeding leaders in our government are Globalist in outlook, espousing the "One World" mantra.(Perhaps they watched too many Star Trek episodes?) The waves of patriotism we are now seeing here, in response to the 51st state idea, is a confusing reaction, given the initial approval of Trudeau's statement.

I won't be wearing my Balmoral any time soon after the revelations that Officers, NCOs and enlisted have been part of a group calling themselves The Blue Hackle Mafia. The shame they have brought to the Regiment is beyond belief.

And among the most entitled and arrogant behind the wheel. Some folks are becoming intolerant of their behaviour however and are taking action on their own. One, I saw at the f]grocery store parking lot; the driver decided to take up two spots in the crowded lot, only to return to find shopping carts zip tied to the door handles of their vehicle. My son observed another at his grocery store, who must have been followed into the lot and parked. When they returned, someone had written on the car with a Magic Marker, " Aggressive Driver. Beware."

I've given up on it and I'm now using 231 and Titegroup. Too bad. I liked it for my large capacity cases.

As soon as you mentioned BMW, I thought "Here's another one!" Could you make out his plate number? If you can, you might think about forwarding the video to you local LEO's Maybe they could knock on his door and check him out. At least that's what I learned a friend did in an incident that left him aghast.

In Ottawa, Canada, where we go to great lengths to save the Spotted Owl, the Snail Darter, the Blanding Turtle etc. we get to put our household waste out every two weeks, (Three bags only or you pay extra,) plus recylable glass, plastic metals, pop cans etc. in a separate blue container. But wait! There's More! On the alternate weeks we get to put out paper and cardboard products for recycling. On either collection day, we can put out our yard waste, in large paper bags, and kitchen waste in Green bins. BUT WE get a nice big calendarized collection sheet reminder to post in our homes to remind us of What and When to put things out. Our big project to create energy by burning/plasmifiction of waste died when the money ran out and the consortium failed to reinvent the wheel by looking at or buying the existing technology from Sweden, where it has been working successfully. Just a case of Not Invented Here I suppose.

Busy days in ER and the surgical suites here in Canada and down your way.

Is this why people want Canada to join as the 51st? If it is, it's already too late. They're here too.

Heck, We pay hunters from New Zealand to hunt deer from helicopters using rifles banned from Canadian subjects ownership. Meanwhile, hunters including those of the First Nation are prevented from hunting them, in a controlled hunt, they would be willing to pay for! Only in Canada use say?!?* *Left Wing thought(?) process.

We see his concerns manifested here in Canada, where elections are over and won before the polls close in the West.

Canada Day 158th anniversary of Confederation.

I've kept my Wyatt Earp hammered SxS, even though I no longer shoot Classic Cowboy (Now El Patron). I just like the hammered girl. When she was giving me trouble with one barrel's firing pin, I used my Browning BSS (Sans ejector). Although it was faster, it just wasn't the same. No style points Heck, before my knees went, I even used the Open Hammer to hunt upland birds!

The Cold Lake Kid is a Metis. His Mother is Algonquin and Father is an Irish trapper, buffalo hunter and sometime employee of the Hudson Bay Company, around the Cold Lake, Grande Centre, Medley area. His Father made Poteen in the old country and still made the occasional batch from a still he cobbled together. Watching and fetching for his Father, the Kid learned the skill and decided making whiskey was a lot easier than trapping or skinning buffalo. That's how the Kid got into trouble: selling whiskey to relations and other band members in that part pf Rupert's Land. (Later called Alberta) He made a pretty good product, but he was cutting into the sales of the whiskey traders at Fort Whoop-Up (Later known as Calgary) and had to abandon his still and make a run for it following an unfortunate disagreement with representatives of the businessmen at Fort Whoop-Up. It turned out The Kid, while slow, was pretty accurate and accuracy counted more than speed in the ensuing discussions. Unfortunately, there were a lot of "representatives and distributors" at Fort Whoop-Up, who took exception to the Kid's accuracy. Thinking they would never look south of the Medicine Line, The Kid rode South East, finally ending up in Savannah, Georgia, in early 1863, after skirting some unpleasant, noisy activity along the way. Meeting a beautiful, smooth talking red head, named Melissa, and becoming convinced she only had eyes for men in uniform, the Kid marked his X on attestation papers., got sworn in by Major Hartridge, issued a nice uniform and was assigned to Company C, 27th Battalion, Georgia Infantry, as a Private. Unfortunately, Melissa's head was turned and her heart given to a dashing young officer and the Kid was left broken hearted. And in the Army. He discovered noisy battlefields were not the kind of place he liked to be, but an ornery Sergeant, always seemed to be close by, so taking French Leave was impossible. After the War of Northern Aggression ended, The Kid drifted back North, eventually reaching Upper Canada, just in time to learn it was no longer a colony, and had become a country, July 1, 1867 Sticking around for the festivities fire works and cannon fire, not directed at him, seemed a relaxing way to unwind after his recent adventures and feeling safely away from the Medicine Line and the residents of Fort Whoop-Up, the Kid let his guard down and got a little..........OK drunk at a Tavern, in the By Ward Market, whereupon he again fell afoul of the soulful looks of a comely barmaid, who convinced him his military experience could gain him a corporal or even a Sergeant's stipes in the newly formed 43rd Battalion of Infantry, The Carleton Blazers. (Later becoming The Cameron Highlanders.) It didn't, but he stuck around, because his spiffy new red tunic did attract the girls and found work in the local distillery, until the second wave of Fenian Raids began in May 1870. (He missed the first ones in 1866) Finding the prospect of someone else shooting at him and not caring for guard duty, the Kid stole borrowed a horse and headed back west.

All True Wyatt, All True! Trust me. I'm a Liberal. I'd never lie to you!

That triggered another bad memory involving our patrolmen's uniforms. Officers ALWAYS* had to wear their blue tunics, covering their service revolver, which was kept in a holster in the pants back hip pocket. The uniform tunic had open seam on both sides to aid in this, but you had to reach behind, lift the tunic "flap" and withdraw your round butt service pistol. (I had to send back a lot of 25 I had purchased because they came with a square butt, I said was OK. The reason they were not wanted was because the square butt bulged the tunic too much and looked unsightly. Only in Canada you say!) *A close friend got three days off for unbuttoning his tunic, while directing traffic at a failed stoplight, after 5:30, when the rush was over. Ground temp on the pavement that day was 95+

SOD Houses!? You lucky begger! Once it gets above freezing and our igloos melt, we have a period when we have to huddle under the pine trees until the ground dries enough to allow us to peg down the edges of our tipis.

I recall the discussions here. The standard issue carry gun was a .38 Spl. with a round butt and 4" barrel for uniformed officers. Detectives could carry a 2" barreled .32 We had a very senior officer*, (one rank below Deputy Chief) who insisted our officers carry only 5 rounds loaded in the cylinder. (He read a lot of westerns.) Officers were issued 6 rounds per year for practice, whether they needed it or not! My fight really got going when the Province of Ontario got around to recognizing the police were under gunned and started a province wide program to select a semi-auto pistol and mandated use of jacketed hollow points. One area Chief (There were 16 area municipalities in what is now Ottawa, following amalgamation) did not want the Glock 17 or 19 because "The grips fall off!" and "They go full auto!" while referring to a video of a Glock 18. And our own *very senior officer who tried telling the Chairman of the Police Commission that "We can't use hollow Points, they're against the Haig Convention!" AHH, the good old days. And "Bullet resistant vests aren't coming here! They'll give the officers a false sense of confidence!*"