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    OK - I have bees wax & mutton tallow

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    I can walk in and out of Grafs with real black powder from most makers in any granulation at what I figure is competitive prices. But BlackMZ is (was) $9.99/lb from Sportsmans Warehouse. Even with shipping and hazmat it's less per pound than the least expensive powder at Grafs. (When buying 10 lbs at a time.) And no goopy bullets needed.

     

    http://www.grafs.com/retail/catalog/category/categoryId/3501

     

    http://www.sportsmanswarehouse.com/sportsmans/Alliant-Black-MZ-Muzzleloader-Powder/productDetail/Powder-and-Primers/prod99999030268/cat100011

    98% of us don't have that option.

     

    I would love to be able to shoot real BP but my current residence will not allow me to safely store real BP.

    How to remove Popcorn from ceilings advice

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    Definitely dampen first. Eliminates the dust and makes it easier to remove.

     

    Cover the floors and up the wall to at least the top of the baseboards with a large sheet of plastic drop to catch any that falls to the floor

     

    Rig up a low scaffold so you can cover a larger area rather than using a ladder. I used cinder blocks and a 2X12 so that i could cover an area about 3 feet wide by 10 feet long. Much easier than constantly moving a ladder.

     

    My shop vac had an 4X6 attachment for the large hose. I used 2 hose clamps and a couple of wedges to clamp a scraper to the attachment so that as I scraped it fell into the shop vac attachment. This caught 90% of the material.

     

    99.99% chance that after the popcorn is removed the ceilings will have to be re mudded before they can be painted.

     

    If you are selling the house I would leave the ceilings alone. I highly doubt that you will get enough extra in the sale price to cover the expense much less the hassle of removing the popcorn and remudding the ceilings.

     

    I removed it from ONE house because the ceilings were heavily smoked by a fire place used incorrectly the previous owner. Before I do it again I'll paint over it.

    How do you fix something wrong in the chamber of of a rossi 44-40?

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    PBT,

     

    Is this a stock Rossi 92? Stock 92s are know to deform the case mouth of 44-40s during the ejection process.

     

    Easy way to test for this is to remove the ejector from the bolt and then insert an empty case into the chamber by hand. Close the bolt and then open it. It will extract the case but not eject it.

     

    You can remove the ejector without removing the bolt by removing the pin holding the bolt to the lever. The ejector can be removed from the bolt and then the pin can be reinserted to allow the action to cycle.

     

    This damage is one of the reasons NKJ developed his spring kit.

     

    This will also let you see any case deformation caused by a piece of case lodged in the chamber by eliminating the ejector as a source of damage.

    How do you fix something wrong in the chamber of of a rossi 44-40?

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    Anyone use Amazon Prime Photos for photos on the Wire?

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    I have used it and it works with one limitation. The picture is not visible in the post. Only the link to the picture is shown.

     

    Select the picture you want to link to.

    Click share at the bottom of the page.

    In the popup click get shareable link

     

    Paste the link directly into the window.

     

    https://www.amazon.com/clouddrive/share/slGxeLRgbysSmmdW2DAnEppO2LNkZJ9cnVO4RSsg5RR?ref_=cd_ph_share_link_copy

     

    You cannot use the image icon because the link does not end with an image extension.

     

    People can click on the link to get the picture however the picture will not appear in the post. The nice part is when someone goes to look at the picture they don't have to put up with all the ads and other BS that photobucket includes with their link.

    I got it all wrong, Rye!

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    Snow Snakes are Hardpan's area of expertise.

     

    In case there might be one or two who haven't suffered through this yet... :rolleyes:

     

    Snowshoe Thompson, Sacramento Slim, and the Sierra Snow Snake

    Hardpan Curmudgeon

     

    Bein' a man of gentle disposition, there were few other men that John "Snowshoe" Thompson couldn't get along with. But young Sacramento Slim was comin' close to bein' one of that small and exclusive group. Every time Thompson saw young Slim, Slim would be puffed up and boastin' how he was the best cowboy, woodsman, mountain man, or whatever that had ever been.

     

    One cold winter afternoon, ol' John had stopped into the tavern for a hot drink and a bowl of stew, and was dismayed to see Slim was already there and had several of the locals on the verge of tears with his blowhard brags.

     

    When John walked in, Slim turned to him, his face expressin’ delight at seein' a fresh audience.

     

    "You there, Thompson! I was just tellin' these folks 'bout what a great hunter I am! Why, there ain't no critter up in them hills that I'd be skeered to tackle with gun or knife!"

     

    Thompson turned his sad gaze on Slim, shook his head, and said "Why, Slim, I reckon there ain't. I'm sure yer a plenty tough hunter, awright."

     

    "Thass right," said Slim. "So, Snowshoe, wit' all the time you've spend up in them mountains, whaddaya think is the most fearsome critter up there?"

     

    A thoughtful expression spread over Thompson's face for a moment, and then he replied, "Why, Slim... I reckon there just ain't no critter up there I'd fear more than the dreaded Sierra Snow Snake. Nosir! Just the very thought of him gives me the willyshivers!"

     

    Slim looked at Thompson, then real serious like sneered, "Yer joshin' me. Why, there ain't no such critter as no ‘snow snake’ anyhow! Snakes can't LIVE in snow, and ya knows it!"

     

    Somberly, Thompson said, "This one can."

     

    "Now, how can no snake live in snow? That's poppycock!"

     

    "Why, Slim, the Sierra Snow Snake can live in snow 'cuz it's the only snake in the world that has hair! And in winter he has a nice yallerish fur coat to keep 'im toasty warm!"

     

    Slim glared at him skeptically. "Then how come I ain't never heard of no ‘snow snake?’ Have YOU ever seen one?"

     

    "Yup. Killed three so far."

     

    "Bah! Killed three! Sure and likely! Wha'd ya do, shoot 'em?"

     

    "Nope," explained Thompson. "Ya can't shoot 'em. Won't work. In fact, ya can't even kill 'em with a knife."

     

    Slim snorted. "Is that so! And why CAN'T ya shoot 'em? Or cut 'em? And then just how in blazes DO ya kill one of them ‘wonder snakes?’"

     

    "Well," Snowshoe explained patiently, "The Sierra Snow Snake is the quickest critter God ever created. So quick that if you try to shoot it, it can hear the bullet coming and dodge it. And ya can't cut it, 'specially in winter, 'cuz no knife can cut through it's matted fur. No, if ya try to do either, yer a goner! It's bite is the worst of all snakes! By comparison makes a timber rattler bite seem like a farmer's daughters kiss. Why, it's so bad, if he bites ya you'll be dead and yer body half rotted before ya hits the ground!"

     

    "Hmph!” snarled Slim. “And then just how did YOU kill them three ya claim ya killed?"

     

    "Why, there's only one way to kill a Sierra Snow Snake. I learned it from an ol' Miwok named Nuba. It's frightenin' to do, but it works. And it's the ONLY thing that will. What ya gotta do is ya gotta find one first. Usually on a sunny winter day ya might find one sunnin' hisself across a trail near some bushes. Then, ya gotta sneak up on 'im. And after ya sneak up on 'im, ya gets ready, then, fast as ya can, ya gotta grab 'im by the end of his tail with one hand, and before he can react, wrap yer other hand around him, press yer thumb HARD into his underside, and *ZIP* run yer thumb all the way up to his throat. That'll paralyze 'im and disrupt his internal organs and he'll be dead in seconds."

     

    Slim' mouth was agape for a moment, then he blurted out "By Gum if there's such a critter up there I'll get me one and bring it back! I ain't skeered o' no silly snow snake!" With that he stomped out the door.

    For three weeks all was quiet in the little settlement. Slim hadn't been seen or heard, and folks enjoyed the tranquility. Then one day, Snowshoe Thompson was sittin' in the tavern havin' a hot drink, when the door opened, allowing a flurry of snow to enter before it was shut behind the newcomer. Thompson looked up and was startled to see a horribly disfigured man standing just inside the room. He was propped on a crutch, a leg dragging uselessly behind him. His head was wrapped in bandages, and one eye was patched. One arm was splinted, an ear was lacerated, his nose was not in it's original position, and every inch of visible skin was scratched or bruised, or both.

     

    The mangled apparition looked about the room, his one-eyed gaze finally settling on Snowshoe. Painfully, he clomped across the floor to drop into a chair at Thompson's table, fixing a weary eye upon the astonished man.

     

    Horrified, realization settled over Thompson. "SLIM! My GAWD man, what happened to ya? Ya look like ya fell into a prospect hole full o' grizzlies! What HAPPENED!?"

     

    Slim looked back at Thompson with a watery, pale blue eye shot with red. He took a deep breath, then, in a hoarse whisper, said:

     

    "Snow snake."

     

    "WHAT?" exclaimed Thompson. "Tell me, man! Tell me!"

     

    Gritting his teeth, Slim took a deep, rasping breath, then continued with his subdued whisper...

     

    "There I was. Up in the Sierras. My mule had run off, so I was afoot.

     

    "I was snowshoeing along. The sun was shining. It was quiet.

     

    "Then, I came around a bunch of rocks. And there it was. Just like you said. A furry, yallerish snake, sunning hisself on the trail with his haid under a bush. I was mortified! Then, slowly, I reached for my pistol. But I remembered what you said - he could dodge boolits. So, I reached for my knife. Then I remembered what you said about his fur can't be cut.

     

    "So, I stood there, and remembered how you said was the only way to kill a Sierra Snow Snake. I gotta 'fess... I was skeered. I was REAL skeered! But I'd made my brags, and I had it to do. So, real quiet like... I snuck up on 'im. Then I got ready. Then... quick like a bunny, I did just like you said! With my left hand I grabbed him by the end o' his tail! Then I wrapped my right hand around his body! I dug my thumb into his underside as hard as I could! And just like you said, *ZIP* I ran my thumb all the way up his underside, pressin' in my thumb hard! Paralyzin' him and disruptin' his internal organs, just like you said!"

     

     

    Slim paused and took a few deep breaths, a tear running from his eye.

     

     

    "Then what happened, man!" Snowshoe demanded. "WHAT HAPPENED THEN?"

     

     

     

    Slim looked back sadly...

     

     

    "Snowshoe... have you ever... EVER...

     

     

     

     

     

     

    "Goosed a mountain lion?!"

     

    © Rod Chaney 1998

    Question for the Navy vet's

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    Initiations for Shell Back, (crossing equator) Blue Nose, (Arctic circle) Red Nose (Antarctic circle) and a few others were still being done in 2002. Although I doubt the ceremony looks anything like it did during my 20 years. https://www.history.navy.mil/browse-by-topic/heritage/customs-and-traditions/crossing-the-line/list-of-unofficial-us-navy-certificates.html

     

     

    US Navy Dog tag History https://www.history.navy.mil/browse-by-topic/heritage/uniforms-and-personal-equipment/tags/usn-id-tags-dog-tags.html

     

    Interesting read. I wonder what they used to etch the fingerprint into the metal with?

    I got it all wrong, Rye!

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    If you decide to go searching for steelhead, STAY AWAY FROM THE CHAGRIN RIVER!

     

    Reported that they caught a 16 FT. PHYTON FROZEN IN THE RIVER!

    Not sure I would be prepared for something like that.

    Nothing to worry about now. They have all frozen to death. Save your worry for next summer. :D:D

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