Pat Riot

DelMonte?! DelMonte?! Why I oughta… Heinz or nothing! It’ll have to be 3 bottles. 24 ounce bottles. psst…don’t tell anybody, but my favorite thing on hotdogs is ketchup and onions.

My advice. Dump that brass. Recycle it.

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You want to try a really good brown mustard? Pilsudski’s. I found it at Bass Pro Shops, of all places. It’s really good! https://www.basspro.com/shop/en/pilsudski-polish-style-mustard-with-horseradish

My son-in-law sent this to me. Why Chicagoans do not put ketchup on hotdogs. https://www.instagram.com/reel/DGg55MWCCnw/?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA%3D%3D

I used to know officers that had been shot while wearing their vests. None of them said they’d like to do it again. One of my friends said he got hit more towards his left side and he got 3 broken ribs from a .45 ACP FMJ. He said he had been told it would hurt. He said that was an understatement, but he was thankful he was wearing it.

All I care about is if they liked the gift. Any form of acknowledgment is fine. We always get a phone call thanking us for gifts, well, my wife does. The only time I have ever gotten truly put off by no acknowledgement or thank you was at a friend’s daughter’s wedding and we bought an expensive gift for them from the registry at Buffum’s and we got no response at all. She got a divorce 2 years later. I heard she had a yard sale and sold everything they got in the wedding reception. She remarried a year after that. We sent nothing. We heard she was upset that we didn’t fly or drive 12 hours to the wedding and we didn’t send a gift. I told her Dad to just have her go pick out something nice at a yard sale somewhere and we’ll reimburse her. We never heard about it again.

Isn’t that always the case? I recall one overnight hike I went on with some coworkers, the last one, I carried a 1 gallon jug in my backpack and 2 - 1 quart WW2 canteens on a web belt up a 7 mile trail to the top of a mountain. Dinner time came and some people had dehydrated food “because it’s light to carry” and NO WATER to make it with, because they drank the 1 quart they each had hiking up the mountain. I had made the mistake of saying I had a gallon of water in my pack when we started the hike. So, not only did I collect all the firewood “we” were using I was told by a boss at work that I needed to ante up some of my water. I pretty much told him to shove it and that away from work he wasn’t a boss and sure as heck not my boss at work or away. I stuck to my guns. In the morning I made myself some instant coffee and had some peanut butter and crackers and I still had nearly a gallon of water. I filled my 2 canteens. The hike down was very quiet and mixed with harsh looks and murmured commentary as I left this band of overeducated buttholes back down the trail. When we reached the parking lot at the trail head I made a big to-do about dumping the last quart and a half of water onto the pavement. I yelled “Bye Everybody”, waved and got into my truck and left. For some strange reason I was never invited out again with them. Screw ‘em! I preferred shooting, motorcycling, surfing and rock climbing on my weekends anyway.

I seem to recall a class that I had in Gunnery School (1979) where the instructor told us that any sailor that told you that they drank real torpedo juice was either lying or they had at least 7 hash marks on their sleeve denoting 4 years of service for every hash mark. In 1943 battery / electric powered torpedoes were introduced with the Mk 18 torpedo. https://www.pamilmuseum.org/blog/design-and-production-of-the-mark-18-torpedoedesign-and-production-of-the-mark-18-torpedo Now, even today the Navy carries grain alcohol aboard ship for electronics techs to use for cleaning circuit / cable contacts but it is secured and regulated…for the most part.

My options: 1. Like @watab kid, I bring all the water I think I will need when camping. 2. IF I needed water when camping and the source was 1/4 mile away I would move camp to where the water is. 3. I have only camped where I wasn’t near my vehicle a few times. In those instances I carried my water on my back in my pack. I estimated what I thought I would need and doubled it. 3. If I did end up camping somewhere without my vehicle and water was 1/4 mile away (see item 2) it would probably be because I was taken hostage or captured and was being forced to walk to get water. In this case this would probably be a one way trip for either me or my captor as I would be planning to over power or outsmart any dipstick dumb enough to go into the woods with me thinking I was their mule. That or I would end up dead. Also, I won’t hike or camp with people too lazy, stupid or conniving to bring the water they need. I did not share in instances like these when I was young and hiking up a mountain to spend the night with a bunch of so-called friends / coworkers when I thought that type of thing was “fun”.

Rest in Peace, George Foreman

“Soldiers”?

I have never seen this. I do know if you over crimp plated bullets the plating will come off when firing. Bullets like Berry’s cannot take much of a crimp.

To add to what Alpo said: Except, the Lee Factory Crimp die is a kind of roll crimp, BUT it puts pressure from the sides of the cartridge mouth unlike a roll crimp die which puts pressure downward on the case mouth to create the crimp. I factory crimp all my revolver ammunition. The factory crimp die is also forgiving if cases aren’t all sized the same.

When I was 7 we were looking at a rental house. My parents were with the landlord in the front or living room. My brother and I decided to see which room we liked best. I was snooping in a bedroom closet and my brother gave me a boost yo look at the top shelf because I thought I could see something. There was a 6 shot revolver, pretty sure it was an S&W model 10 snubbie. It was loaded. There was also a box of ammo. With my brother’s help we got the gun and ammo down. From watching some cop show I knew how to unload it, so I did. We put the cartridges back in the box. We discussed keeping but then decided the beating wouldn’t be worth it if we were caught, so we put the revolver and the ammo back on the top shelf then went and told my parents and the landlord. I said “I think there is a gun in the last bedroom on the top closet shelf.” and excitement ensued. Later my Dad asked me if I fooled with the gun. He knew I was a gun but even back then. I told him “Yes, it was loaded. I unloaded it.” I got my arse whooped, but good. So, in answer to your question Alpo, “No!” I wouldn’t tell my parents. Especially after I got a bit older and my old man got meaner.

Years ago I wanted to get to know a Puerto Rican “Miss Budweiser” contestant at the Playboy Towers Hotel in Chicago. I spoke to her and she responded that she didn’t speak English. My Navy buddy Chas was a New York Puerto Rican from the South Bronx. He told me what to say to break the ice. It darn near got my jaw broke when I recited it to her. That pretty little lady had a right arm Tyson would be afraid of. It turns out I said something very vulgar to her. Since then I have serious trust issues regarding translations…and I get a stinging sensation on the left side of my face when I can’t verify the translation.

Here’s an electric truck I could get interested in IF I can pick the tires I want. I’d share a photo or two, but since we have no direction in this regard you’ll have to go look for yourself. https://www.jalopnik.com/2028-scout-terra-pickup-and-traveler-suv-revealed-as-re-1851679898/

Perhaps you haven’t seen some of the crappy sci fi movies I’ve seen.

There was an LA basketball player that had a Chinese symbol tattooed on his arm. I think it was supposed to be his name but a reporter who could read Chinese asked why he had the Chinese symbol for “donkey” on his arm. I think she was being nice. It probably meant “jackass”.

Wow! I’ll bet that sent a shiver up your spine.

In Oregon there is a hornet called the “Bald Faced Hornet”, but many call them “White Faced Hornets”. I had one fly up the sleeve of my leather motorcycle jacket when I was crying into town at about 45 mph. That sucker stung me 3 times before I got stopped and got my jacket off. The darn thing just flew away. Tough little bastages! The bigger problem was I stopped on the side of the main two lane road into town and there was no shoulder. I was on the white line dancing around trying to get that jacket off. Luckily, the guy directly behind seemed to know what was going on and stopped holding up traffic behind him. I got my jacket back on, got on the bike and was underway again. I think the whole event took about a minute. The guy behind me followed me into the convenience store parking lot I was headed to, He wanted to make sure I was okay. I guess some folks have bad reactions to the stings of those little devils. It hurt like crazy but I didn’t have a reaction to the stings. Photo from: https://birdwatchinghq.com/wasps-and-hornets-in-oregon/

I still think that Tesla truck looks like something out of a “B” Sci-Fi movie from the 1950’s.

Probably an image from a free state that doesn’t regulate magazine size.

Dog meat is tasty. Bought meat on a stick in the Philippines. Ate two. They were great. I was hungry. Saw another guy selling meat on a stick. Got 2 more. After I ate them the officer I was with told me the first 2 were dog, the second 2 were monkey. He could read Tagalog.

I had that Hot Wheels car. It’s long gone now.