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The Snakebite has a .400 nose, which would come to 1.550, like you want. You sure your rifle isn't chambered for .357, not just 38 Special?

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This is a Solid frame but 99% is applicable to the takedown models. There are plenty of videos out there that show how to remove and reinstall the barrel/magtube assembly of the take version. The internals of the receiver are the same. https://youtu.be/MlpoJ6uvoAo?si=Fv2pkQJXNVBwoJkG

TRUST Linn found himself in conference with his mother more frequently than he'd anticipated. By his own admission, he was not in the least little bit shy about asking for advice from those who knew what they were talking about. He'd raised twin boys, at least until they died, but now he had a little girl under his roof, and to be honest, he felt kind of lost. He recalled when the twins -- Emil and Gottleib -- were still in diapers screaming as if in intractable agony: they were not teething, Shelly had been at absolutely the end of her ideas, so she'd done something she swore she'd never do. She called the one most intimidating person she'd ever known, for help. Willamina was there in less than six minutes. Willamina came in, all business, she went to the downstairs crib where the twins were screaming in discordant harmony. Her face was serious as she opened one howling mouth a little more, shot her flashlight's beam inside, then the same with the other howling songster: her light thumb-snapped off and she told Shelly, "Draw me a tub of really warm water. Not quite hot but close to it." Shelly seized on this direction as if it were the Grail itself: she'd been so utterly lost, and now she had direction. Shelly honestly fled up the stairs, to the white-enamel bathtub, twisted the hot water faucet wide open. Willamina wrapped the twins snugly in white flannel, picked them up, bounced them a little, her grandmotherly murmur lost entirely against red-wrinkle-faced squalls that exceeded industry safety standards for unprotected hearing. Shelly was on her knees beside the tub -- the water was a hand's span deep, warm and steaming, when she felt a swirl of cooler air and she knew her pale eyed mother in law was coming through the door with the whimpering twins. Willamina unwrapped one little boy, then the other, laid them carefully in the tub. Motherly hands held stiff, protesting, rebellious little limbs, until they realized being warmer and wet felt pretty good. Willamina waited no more than three minutes before shooting her compact little flashlight's beam into one mouth, then the other. The twins were relaxing now, their screams settled down to intermittent whimpers. Willamina handed the compact tactical light to Shelly. "Look at the roof of their mouths," she said, her voice gentle, and Shelly did. "See those white spots?" Shelly nodded, her eyes wide, almost shocked. "Measles." They got the twins dried off and diapered, fed and wrapped up. "Measles," Shelly said, her voice as hollow as her eyes. Willamina smiled gently and gave the younger woman an understanding look. "It scared hell out of me when Linn got the measles," she said. "Doc Greenlees came out and knew what to do and what to look for." Willamina laid Gottleib back in the crib, relieved Shelly of Emil,laid him down with his brother, then steered the younger woman toward the kitchen. Willamina brewed tea and poured each of them a mug, then reached in her purse and pulled out a silver flask. "For medicinal purposes only," she murmured as she gave Shelly's tea a healthy dose, then winked: "Nerve tonic!" It had been some years since the twins' death: Jacob came along very soon after, and now Marnie as an underfed four-year-old. The Bear Killer immediately claimed Marnie, which was good, because Marnie had known things in her young life no child of her few years should ever endure. She did not scream and flail when touched, but she stiffened, she shivered. Linn had seen this before. He went down on his Prayer Bones and Marnie looked at him with honest, wide-eyed terror. The Bear Killer was laid down beside her and her arm was over his neck. Linn was satisfied that was the only thing that kept her knees from failing her. "Marnie," Linn said gently, "I think you don't want to be touched." Marnie did not answer. She just looked at her new Daddy, looked at him through a wooden face and wide, scared eyes. Jacob came up, curious: Linn opened an arm and Jacob stepped right into him. Linn held his son as he often had. "Marnie," Linn said, his voice careful, "nobody has the right to touch you if you don't want touched." Marnie blinked, but made no other move. Linn released his arm from around Jacob's waist, stood, backed up a pace, then turned and thrust one sock foot, then the other, into his boots, opened the front door, stepped outside. Marnie reached for Jacob's hand and Jacob returned the reach, then he turned and hugged his new sister, and she hugged him with one arm, the other arm still around The Bear Killer's neck. Marnie sat with her sister at a sidewalk table in front of a fashionable little coffee shop. "I know what happened to you," Angela said, "back East." "Oh?" Marnie asked neutrally, sampling her black elixir: the blend was new to the planet, and still commanded a premium price. "I remember you went from blue jeans to skirts and dresses overnight," Angela said quietly, "and you wouldn't wear anything but handmade. Mama wanted to go dress shopping with you and twice it came to bloodshed." Marnie's expression was unreadable as her pale eyes regarded her younger sister through a wispy cloud of coffee flavored steam. "It was the shoplifter's fault," Marnie said easily. "We'll just leave it at that," Angela suggested. Marnie frowned, lowered her coffee. "Do you really want to know why I ... changed ... out of blue jeans so quickly?" "I know there's a reason." Marnie placed her cup on its translucent saucer. "It was a dare," she admitted. "A ... dare," Angela echoed, blinking: she leaned forward, her voice low, earnest. "Marnie Lynne, you are the one most peer-pressure-proof soul I know. What do you mean, a dare?" Marnie's eyes were suddenly very pale, and Marnie's posture was suddenly very controlled, and Marnie's voice was suddenly very unemotional. "When I learned how to break someone's arm," Marnie said, "when I learned how to over power a joint lock and tear an elbow apart or shred a wrist or break a thumb, when I learned how to heelstrike a nose and dislocate a knee and drive a number two lead pencil through someone's innominate artery -- when I learned how to --" Marnie stopped abruptly, drew back a little, her eyes closed. "When you learned how to back it up if you said no," Angela finished for her. Marnie nodded, then she opened her eyes, and she smiled just a little, but it was not a pleasant smile at all. It was the smile of someone who knew the feel of splintering cartilage in her grip. "Once I found out I could kick better in a skirt, and once I learned I could say no and make it stick, I started wearing skirts as a dare." Her voice was low, the menace unmistakable. "I can look anyone in the eye and just dare them -- jump right on and do your worst, damn you, and know I can do very unkind things to them if they even try." Marnie looked down at her bodice, turned up a fashionable little pinned-on watch, smiled, rose, the absolute image of feminine gentility. "I have to go see Daddy," she smiled. "Wait a minute, you can't just drop that in my lap and leave!" Marnie paid their bill, smiled at the blushing young waiter, keyed a command into her wrist-unit, looked at Angela, tilted her head a little and smiled again. "Well?" she asked as the cat's-pupil-black Iris opened behind her. "You coming?"

Haven't fished since Dad passed, better than 20 years back. Have all of what was high quality stuff for fresh water back then, his & mine. The saltwater gear somehow vanished, suppose it is fish or cut bait. I wouldn't eat a fish from the river near here. Went down with gear and it was worse than the pond I fished as a child - AG runoff. No way.

I am working with a media reseller and they have developed an .apx app for me to resell with android box equipment. I need to host this apx app. AND an apx installer - I can do the hosting on Dropbox; but I am not that familiar with apx files and installers and am curious if anyone on the wire is familiar with this process or has recommendations for an apx installer app that is reliable and affordable. Thanks

The same guy that sold him the rifle sold him the ammo. Told him both were perfect for CAS. 😡

I have a few items that definitely qualify.

Still got some boots fer sale

Our daughter is a fan of Carvana. She had a good experience.

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IMG_5269.MOV If I hold the pump handle, there is a part inside the action rattling. I don’t know if this is normal?

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ive only got one hat , but i do have four gunbelts , that would be fun , was thinking to incorporate something for them in the design for my rifle/shotgun rack - something a little old west looking like was in the sheriffs office ,

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I've got one - holds four hats and my gun belts. High quality and High convenience !

Thank you all for the words of advice. I've been in contact with beartrap and we are planning on going to his class on the 9th. I wish we could go sooner but work sure has a way of messing up plans for life. My family and I all thank you and look forward to helping out and paying it forward in the furture.

yes , ive gotten a little too political a couple times as well , not to provoke , just hold strong opinions , its a shame civility has gone out of our political discourse , when i was young i remember family and family friends as well as the politicians using far more civil tones and actually having honest conversations over political things , sometimes even being somewhat convinced of opposing thoughts ,