Pat Riot

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.

I will put peoples names along with why, but all in the same line. That way they are prominent at first glance. Like; Sam - Gun Range Jackie - Dr. Smith Ofc Matt - Idiot Handyman (Dude was a moron. No longer works for landlord) Will - Riton scope (guy has a scope for sale I may want)

Oh my gawd, the hottest food I ever put in my mouth was Thai food. If you’ve ever seen the hot peppers scene in Dumb & Dumber that closely represented me in real life. Only I was drinking from the soda fountain behind the counter. Not knowing a thing about Thai food I ordered the best thing on the menu. I know it was the best because right next to the name of the meal in the menu it had 4 red stars… It was the hottest thing on the menu, hence the 4 stars.

At one of the rail shops I worked at there was a “who can make and who can handle the hottest food” contest. This contest was between whites, blacks, Hispanics (mostly Mexican descent) and Asians (mostly Vietnamese). I, as a supervisor, was asked to judge this competition. I declined as I do not like HOT food. Spicy? Yes. Scorching hot? No. I pretty much stayed away from the contest as I wasn’t participating but I was there for the final showdown between one Mexican gent and one Vietnamese gent. The final feat was to eat peppers that were cultivated in Vietnam and imported. The Vietnamese gent won. He ate several while the Mexican gent bit into one, chewed a few times, gagged and spit out. It was agreed the hottest food was the food made and brought in by the Vietnamese guys and the winner of who could eat the hottest food was a Vietnamese fella.

Singin’ Sue, it’s nice to see you posting in the Saloon again. I’m so glad to hear you are both retired now and that things with your cabin sound like you got it all worked out. Congratulations!

I’m sorry to hear you may have another surgery Blackwater. I have no experience with ankle fusion. I wish I could give you good advice in that regard.

Is that why you always hike with a buddy and carry a pocket .22?

So Sevin will take out a Yellowjacket nest in the ground?

I got the cops called on me in North Carolina. I was working on my bass boat in the front yard. As I was climbing out I slipped and down I went, right on a new fire ant nest I didn’t know was there. Those little (colorful language omitted) bite the heck out of me. I moved my boat and got the Coleman fuel. I found 3 bunches of them and 3 different holes. I poured fuel in each hole. The hole gallon then I tossed a match. WOOMF! The entire yard jumped a few inches, it seemed. No more fire ants. Sheriff’s Deputy showed up to ask what was going on. I told him. He smiled and said “It looks like you took care of the problem. Have a good rest of your day.” and left. The center of my yard wasn’t quite the same but the ants were gone. After a few rain storms the dirt settle back where it was. I never did figure out who called the law. Didn’t really care at that point. Ants were gone. I guess that was scorched earth too.

There’s stupid and then there’s da** stupid. He’s a level or two beyond that. I’m pretty sure if I were there and the croc got him I might just walk away. Crocs gotta eat too.