Buckshot Bear

The Grampians in Victoria, Australia in the 1940's Those ledges are still there but fenced off now.

This Aussie Bushmaster took a blast from an AED and is now at the Australian War Memorial in Canberra.

They get 'em down.

What if it wants to water that garden.....Then it Chickpeas

What do you call a woman who lights fire to all her bill? Bernadette.

𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗘𝗡 November 1969. A remote hillside near Ben Het in Vietnam's Central Highlands. Warrant Officer Keith Payne of the Australian Army Training Team Vietnam stood among the Montagnard soldiers he had trained and led. These were men who trusted him with their lives in a war that was never truly theirs to fight. That night the North Vietnamese Army came at them with everything they had. Mortars rained down first tearing the darkness apart. Then came the infantry assault. Wave after wave of enemy soldiers pressed forward through the smoke and confusion overwhelming the defensive position in a storm of automatic fire. The Montagnard company began to break under the sheer weight of the attack. Panic spread through the ranks as men scattered into the surrounding jungle and darkness. Payne was wounded early hit by shrapnel that tore into his body as he fought to hold the line. He kept fighting anyway. He moved through the chaos under direct enemy fire exposing himself again and again as he tried to rally the fleeing troops around him. He physically pulled men back into position refusing to let the position collapse completely. It was not enough. The position was overrun. In the confusion Payne found himself separated from his own men. He was alone in enemy held jungle in the pitch black of night. He was wounded cut off and surrounded by North Vietnamese soldiers moving through the darkness. Most men in that position would have thought only of survival. Payne thought only of his soldiers. He went back. Moving alone through hostile jungle wounded and exhausted he began searching in the dark for the scattered survivors of his command. He found groups of frightened Montagnard soldiers and wounded Australians hiding in the undergrowth. One by one he gathered them calming them organising them and leading them back toward safety. Then he went back again. A second time he pushed back out into that black hostile ground. He searched through the night for more of his men left behind in the chaos refusing to accept that any soldier under his charge would be abandoned to the enemy. And then incredibly he went back a third time. Hour after hour wounded and running on nothing but sheer will Payne combed the jungle in darkness for stragglers and wounded men. He carried and half dragged those too injured to walk bringing them out of the killing ground one group at a time until roughly forty men had been recovered. By the time the sun rose Keith Payne had personally saved dozens of lives through nothing but raw physical courage and refusal to leave anyone behind. His Victoria Cross citation reads like fiction except every exhausting brutal minute of that night actually happened. It was written in the mud and blood of a hillside most Australians have still never heard of.

My doctor told me he has to amputate both my arms... I don't know how i'll handle that.

UPDATE: Wednesday 26th here and it just gone 11.00am Popped my finger out after Lumpys enquiry. PARDS.......Drinks are on me!!!! Top Shelf as well!!! Action closed the lever wouldn't come over and lock up, I couldn't fit a feeler gauge in between the barrels and the action, but it still wouldn't lock up. It was just as Dave said, with a magnifying glass I found a piece of lead that look about the size of a fingernail clipping as thin as aluminium foil. Scrapped that off with a scalpel, hosed and hosed it down with Birchwood Casey Gun Cleaner (it was pretty dirty ), blew it out with the compressor.........put it back together and 'click' locked up!!!! All oiled and I have opened and locked it up about 40x and its working like a Swiss Army Knife....and smooth with a really nice sounding 'click' when the lever comes over. Thanks pards, the joy I'm feeling is just so good!!! THANKS ONE AND ALL 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I haven't had time yet I've been as busy as a hound dog trying to scratch 300 fleas for the last couple of days.

Can anyone explain the disposal of the casings?

Hopefully just a vowel obstruction.

At dinner, I told my date I was trying to figure out what her favorite hobby might be. She leaned in, pounded her fist on the table and yelled, “I MAKE JAM AND PUT IT IN TINY GLASS CONTAINERS!” It was jarring.

My dog got into our scrabble box and ate a whole bunch of word tiles, we rushed her to the vet and are still waiting. No word yet.

I just wanna eat it.

Thank you Dave, appreciated mate.

Same, I disconnected the safety on our Boito SxS but that's it with shotguns......and all the screws are so nicely timed on the Hugloo.

Ran this for about four years now, never a problem and then the lever won't lock it up and stays over to the right.

At the match on Saturday my CZ Hugloo Coachgun 12g SxS Help developed a problem, the break release lever won't come back and lock the barrels up. Any pointers would be really appreciated 🙏🤞🤞

I told my wife she should embrace her mistakes… so she gave me a hug.