Cypress Sun

I sold the car that would do 170 long ago. It was a fun ride! Never been to Missouri but I4 in Florida and I75 through Georgia have been under some form of construction ever since I was a kid. I call Georgia The State of Perpetual Road Contruction. The cops love the double fine "construction zones" that are 35 miles long with (maybe) 2 miles of construction.

You're worried about understanding what's being said during a boob scene? Who cares!

She kind of looks like that crazy girl named GoGo in Kill Bill.

I read that yesterday. That the "doctor" still had his credentials after serious prior mistakes (wrong organ removal) is unbelievable. I hope that his wife takes everyone involved to the cleaners and that this so-called "doctor" has his license revoked permanently and barred from ever working in any medical field again, including veterinary work.

That's funny? Take a closer look.

Lesson here is...don't (or maybe do) look for mushrooms in a cow pasture after it rains. Heard it from a friend.

A skydiver once told me that falling from 5,000' is no different than falling from 100'...just takes longer to reach your destination. Me personally, I wouldn't even look over the edge let alone rappel down it.

Redneck Uber.

Could have been worse, at least you guys weren't in a field with Dick Cheney.

They do them around here about once a month and EVERY holiday. When they do them, they run multiple locations in the Tampa Bay area. Always get around 20 drunks, 15 or so expired registration/license/etc., always at least one felon with firearm and at least one arrest on a bench warrant. The drivers that spot the checkpoint and do a U-turn or obvious evasive turn will FOR SURE get followed and pulled over. I think they look for that more than anything else. Personally, I detest drunk driving...that said (and regardless of what the court rules), I feel that the random DUI checks are a violation of the Constitution and am therefore against them.

I don't know, that'd be a question for Lee. I keep the empty boxes w/original labels in case I remove the dies from the 550 blocks for storage or resale. Everything else I label with a label maker.

I just spent a while going through the old photos. Don't do FB...but WOW, some of that stuff is just too cool! Thanks Joe.

Reminded me of a funny, A friend of mine and his wife competed in a CAS match. His wife won first place for her category and got the big blue ribbon. After the match, he put the blue ribbon on the dash of his truck and proceeded to go home. On the way home, they decided to stop at Dairy Queen to get a couple of milkshakes, to celebrate her big win, and went through the drive thru near their home. As the girl at the window was passing the shakes to him through the window, she commented on the big blue ribbon on the dashboard, "Oh, did your cow win first place?" His reply, "Why yes, yes she did." Even though the ride home was only a mile or so...it was a long ride home.

You can buy the box direct from Lee on their website. Here is the page for the boxes Lee Precision, Inc. - Die Accessories 3 Die Box 90791 $4.98 Add to cart

Yep, for a million? I'd look like Joey Chestnut on a hot dog.

Odd, I don't see any B-2's in the picture.

For some reason, many people throw those boxes away or pack them away and never use them again. Try putting a WTB (want to buy) ad in the Classifieds here and on other boards, you'll probably get folks wanting just shipping and the boxes for free.

I've been reading this thread as I've had trouble sleeping for some time now. Some very good info. Also, I'm curious as to what "rain on a widow" sounds like.

Very well stated!

There is a video game, Red Dead Redemption. I've talked to quite a few "newbies" that became interested in CAS due to playing the game. Too bad that SASS didn't attempt to capitalize on the 'Red Dead' mania that followed the release of the game...but they didn't even try.

I haven't shot a match in well over a year. My Dad got me into it in 1997, joined in Jan 1998 and we shot CAS at least once a month, twice a month most of the time, for the next 25 years including 20 Florida State matches and a few regionals. When health reasons forced my Dad to stop shooting CAS, it took a lot of the reason for going out of going. Still went for a while, but it just wasn't the same. It wasn't that I didn't like the people in CAS, I like most of the people and a few of them are lifetime friends now. Along with the "Dad" factor, I just wasn't having fun anymore, it was more like work. Between the ridiculously close targets (ok every once in a while but not every damn match), repetitive/boring scenarios, heat/humidity, my own health problems and limited funds...it is time to cut back substantially. I gotta say that I don't miss getting up at 5:00 am, getting ready and leaving at 6:00 am so I can spend the entire day and a tank of gas to shoot for 120 seconds at all...not at all. I still have all of the equipment...for now. I can see a day when I need the cash more than I need the equipment in the not too far distant future. I'm still debating whether being able to sell in the Classifieds is worth the yearly membership fee but I'm leaning toward dropping the membership also. Marshal, you'll know when the time comes.

I basically had the same thing happen to me when I found a wallet in a store parking lot while at work. There wasn't any money or CC cards in it (this was before everyone had CC cards), just a Fl drivers license, some paperwork, a few business card and a picture of a little girl. On the back of one of the business cards was a phone number with MOM written above it. I called the number when I got home from work, it really was the guys mom. I told her that I'd found her son's wallet (actually son in law) and she gave his number in New Port Richey which was about 30 miles away from where I lived at the time. I called him up and started to talk to him about his wallet. He stopped me, accused me of stealing his wallet, at a bar somewhere, over the previous weekend. I tried to be nice about it and do the right thing but he was ranting, raving and threatening me while cussing at the same time. I told him, in no uncertain terms "I didn't steal your f*****g wallet you dumb m**********r, I trying to return it after finding it. Now I'm gonna throw it in the trash...you can go **** yourself." Then I threw in in the kitchen garbage can. I felt a little bad because of the picture of the little girl...but not that bad. As far as the phone goes, turning it into AT&T sounds like the best option.