J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE

Too late, it's been full retard in the Middle East for a long time.

BMC and a fine bird dog at that!

Did Pat Riot just walk in?

starting to see some ammo available locally, still expensive though

I guess I have room in my safes for some of that. . . .

A Marlin 336 in .444 Easily loaded down for comfortable loads, uses a larger bullet so edge hit probabilities go up, .429 diameter works with a .429 bullet so you can use what you have on hand potentially.

Middle and East Tennessee meet your conditions, Nashville is a liberal hotbed these days, but state wide we are very gun friendly and no state income tax.

would not lock into battery properly, had feed problems as a result of that. I think it was the mag release button, but I won't keep an unreliable firearm

Remington 1911 with 2 spare magazines all attached to the bed rail. Mossberg Shockwave 12 ga loaded with buckshot in the dresser drawer, AR with mags attached together for a quick mag change in the closet. I might be paranoid, I have been awoken by the icemaker.

Had a micro 9. thought being a Kimber it would be a quality gun. I was very wrong

I don't think that is SASS legal, looks to be externally modified

How did those lotto tickets work out?

Lawyer should be more careful about who can hear conversations. Probably gets thrown out, but I'd hate to be the lawyer involved. Besides all of my clients are not guilty.

Well I was employee of the week last week LOL

It is Melmac and Alf did come from Melmac. Melamine was the resin used to make Melmac.

I think they will all work fine. I'd go oddball and reload the 300 Savage

I like them halved, roasted with a bit of olive oil, sea salt and coarse ground black pepper, Cook them under the broiler until they are just shy of burnt. They are good this way maybe even good enough to eat 5 or 6 times a month

Much like your underwear, it DEPENDS

I followed suite, as Jack left. I said my goodbyes and though there was curiosity about my destination, after I repeated my response from earlier "Somewhere west of here or east of there, can't rightly say, but I'd best get moving. No point in being late." they backed off, realizing I wasn't going to tell. It wasn't that I was secretive, but that I, in truth had no destination, just an urge to travel. When it hit, it was time to move. I headed north as I considered where to go. I'd heard of the Northern Lights, I decided it was time to see them and headed Northwest towards Oregon and to catch a ship to Cape Nome.

Day one was productive. Sitting here waiting on a Court hearing to start by telephone now, but the Judge is running behind. Hard to get much done when you know you are going to have to stop suddenly, but thank you all for the best wishes, the good advice and the insults, they keep me motivated and smiling.

I'm not as smart as some of you-but I expect that with hard cast bullets or jacketed bullets you are going to crush the case if you crimp much harder. With soft bullets you'll be digging in and causing some deformation which may or may not affect accuracy. I'd suggest that you put the guns away and get drunk and if it still bothers you. . . you aren't drunk enough

Thank you all. As the new boss and the entire staff I can't afford to shoot him, me myself and I would be cut down to a two person work force.

After 28 years and three months my tenure at the law firm has ended. On January 1, 2021 I will be self employed running my own law office out of my home. I'm unemployed until then. I can't believe how big a jackass my new boss is going to be.

I awoke from a sound sleep and brushed the hay off my clothes before washing my face with a bucket of fresh well water. The sun was just rising over the horizon and I admired both the majestic view, and the tidy home. Looking about I noticed that a couple of the corral posts were leaning so I took a shovel and repaired them, then soaked the ground and tamped in more dirt to secure them. I filled the trough and took a bucket of fresh water. leaving it up on the porch before I tore into another cord of fire wood. The sun was high in the sky when I finished and I saw dust on the road. Someone approaching. I pumped some more fresh water into the trough and washed up quickly before gathering my horse and gear. I mounted up and headed to intercept the incoming traffic. As I approached I could se Doc and Abagail in a wagon moving slowly. It was clear Doc was in pain, but he was smiling nonetheless. I eased along side and tipped my hat, "Ma'am, Doc I'll be moving along shortly, just came by to get my sharps. Doc nodded and asked Abagail to fetch it from the back of the wagon. I dismounted and tied the scabbard back in place, checked the gun and found it clean as a whistle. "Well Doc, I hope our paths cross again someday; Until then. Ma'am" I tipped my hat a final time and swung up into the saddle. "Where are you headed Mark?" Abagail asked. I smiled "Somewhere west of here or east of there, can't rightly say, but I'd best get moving. No point in being late."

and Doc, your celebrating enlightenment is a worthy endeavor. hats off to you!