Pat Riot

If it’s lever gun I require, mine would be my Winchester 94 in .357. It’s a Trails End model. It was my first CAS rifle. Now, if someone said grab a rifle for your scabbard and let’s go I would grab my Ruger PC Carbine.

That’s a pretty sweet looking little shooter. The price is pretty good too. At first I thought it was a polymer frames gun, but it’s aluminum. It’s also .5 ounces lighter than my 442. Were you aware that the 442 has been discontinued? Maybe this one is its offspring.

Since moving back to the area of my birth (I don’t call Pennsylvania my “home”. I was born and partially raised there. That’s it) I have attended 3 funerals. I truly dislike traditional funerals. The one thing I found to be hellaciously tacky and uncalled for were the ministers brought in to conduct the funeral services blathering on and all the while trying to get people to repent for their sins. I would go on about how I feel about that but I don’t want to offend anyone over this issue. My wife and daughter know my wishes. I want to be cremated with embalming and a funeral home viewing. As soon as I die and if my body isn’t evidence or needed for autopsy I am to be transported for cremation. At some point after I would like a party or get together thrown with food and drink and I would like my favorite music to be played. If Hard Rock and Heavy Metal offends anyone they can leave. I already have my playlist on my iPhone. It’s labeled “Favorites”. I would love for my ashes to be dumped under a small tree. Ash is good fertilizer. The little bone bits can get gnawed on by the little animals for minerals if cremation doesn’t destroy them. The one thing I told my wife is if anyone attends my party and tries to switch the music to Country I will show up and haunt that person. If anyone decides to bring in a minister or someone tries to officiate a Christian ceremony I will haunt them and I will turn up the music to drown out their bullsh…

My county here in WV does not have Tornado Sirens. They rely on emergency alerts on TV and radio as well as cell phone alerts. Apparently last March of ‘25 there was a statewide “Tornado Drill”… I don’t recall the drill. It was probably a drill for public agencies to get their procedures and processes in order. When I was in 7th grade we lived in northwestern Arkansas. They had tornado sirens there. They sounded just like Air Raid Sirens in WW2 movies. Scared the crap out of me the first time I heard them. They were tested every Saturday at noon. I recall we were painting a house right next to a siren pole. Those sirens were huge. Anyway, my brother and I were helping my Dad and his crew paint this house. Just before noon my Dad called everyone together to announce he was buying lunch for everyone as a thank you for coming out on a Saturday. I was keeping an eye on my watch and just a couple of seconds before noon I signaled my brother and we both put our fingers in our ears. I saw my Dad’s lips move “What are you boys doing?” When BLAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH The sirens went off. It was loud with my ears plugged. I can’t imagine what it sounded like without plugged ears, but my old man and those 3 guys looked like something had just punched them in the gut because they all bent over as if they had stomach cramps and they covered their ears with their hands. My brother and I laughed like crazy over that one. My Dad being true to form punished us later for our little joke. How people lived next to those things was beyond me, but if I lived there I wouldn’t schedule any Saturday 12 Noon Cookouts.

I hope so.