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Finally found one huh?

^^^^^^^^ And a simple thing like that.......is why a young man working for an aerospace company waaayyyyyy back when (at this point) in the 50's, was one helluva fukin engineer. His name was Eugene Stoner.

Nah. I saw it. Just knew that I couldn't avoid it. I can live with it. I've had many different names through the years. Not a problem. Hell......I've killed women and children.....killed everything that walks or crawled at one time or another. And I'm here to kill you little Bill. OH WAIT! That was Clint Eastwood, not me......................................................................or am I just getting that old?

Reminds me of a buddy of mine that works for the Smithsonian Air and Space. He restores aircraft, and proudly says (while laughing) that none of his planes will ever fly.

I can't defend the airlines, but you also have to wonder what all happened to lead up to this guy being dragged (literally) off of the bird. I mean, ok, he denied whatever offer that they made to get off. But between then, and the time that he was looking at 3 cops? What happened in that time span. Also, no matter what, when you've got 3 cops telling you to get the hell off the plane, you should already know that you're losing this battle. You might win the war after the fact, through complaints to the airlines and possibly getting legal involved. BUT, at that moment, it's a done deal. That bird isn't taking off with you on it. So there's no reason to throw a fit and force the cops into doing something that we all know that they'd probably rather not be doing. Like I said. You know that there's more to this, then just what's been seen. There always is. Plus, I've already heard a couple things that are pointing to the idea that this guy is half of a whack-job. Like I said, I can't defend the airlines though. They suck. Just like everybody else in this world. But I also don't fly too often. Hell, the last time I was on a plane, I jumped out at around 14,000 feet. And there was nothing wrong with the plane.

That's why he was known as "the diesel". And no Matt, Ron-bot doesn't really work for me. Just not feeling it. Besides, remember I'm a Trek fan. So Ron-Android would be more fitting. Now something in the non-sleeping, non-eating, beer drinking mutant just might be in order for me.

Another 500 rounds of Lake City M80.......just because.

NIcknames are a funny kinda thing. The first thing is, that you can't give yourself a nickname. The second is, you're probably not gonna like the one given to you......at first that is.....until it grows on you. .

Damn, that's a GOOD lookin set!

Similar to that Daniels I saw the other day. A deal at twice the price right?

At least it wasn't a link to a pic.

Welcome from Maryland.

Welcome from Maryland.

Welcome from Maryland.

That still sounds interesting. I'll have to check into that. Thanks JT.

While at my gun pusher yesterday, I did see a Mossberg 500 with an 8" barrel. That was kinda interesting.....but only for a moment.

No, I haven't seen that. But the SDN-6 is about the same size as the shortened 45M (I think). Hang tough and I'll see if I can round up a picture of the two for comparison.

Ok. Just for a quick comparison. Here's the new Ti-Rant 45M (at full length) compared against a standard Ti-Rant on the Sig 220. And here's the 45M chopped down against a standard Ti-Rant. As you can see, it's only a couple of inches shorter (yeah, yeah......every woman's joke all over the world right?). I'll be interested to see the difference in sound suppression. I can't be quoted, but I think I remember reading somewhere that AAC modified their baffle stack to try and keep this thing as quiet as possible while reducing the length. But, as usual, I could always "ALWAYS" be mistaken. Or....just stupid. Either way....we'll find out. Any of you guys that play with cans, or saw the video's from the December Arizona shootfest, already know how the standard Ti-Rant is already pretty damn quiet. So I'm pumped to get to the range and try this thing out as soon as I can. But....since both work and life sucks.....I'm not sure how soon that'll happen. But you can be sure that it'll have some of Tom's slippery lube on the pistol guiderails.

Show us a picture of the inside of the upper. We've seen this before, where the gas tube might not be long enough. It should extend to about halfway into the cutout for the cam pin.

And just how is this anything new?

BEGIN REPORT So, The day starts as usual for a weekend. Wake up around 0600 (ish).....stand up....scratch head....scratch balls and proceed on. After a shower and some coffee, I start transferring some tools from my work truck to my personal truck. I promised a friend of mine that owns the local beer/wine/liquor store in town (don't everybody act shocked at once now) that I'd do a little electrical work for him. He had a bad contactor that runs his outside lighting that I was going to replace for him. No big deal....maybe 30 minutes or so of work, only because I was going to clean up the cabinet that it was mounted in (fukin rats nest) while I was in there. So I'm standing there, yanking extra wire that's just in the way, out of the panel and tossing it aside. All is going well, I'm in no hurry, and I've even got mickey mouse "whistle while you work" floating through my head. Not really.....it just sounded good to say that. So I'm almost done replacing his contactor, when this thing in my pocket makes some weird electronic sound. So I pull this piece of Hi-tech Star Trek looking technology outta my pocket. Oh, and it's called a cellular telephone for those of you that were wondering. I glance at the face of it (yeah....it's got a small touchscreen built into it), and the name above the number simply says "GUN PUSHER". So I casually answer and begin speaking with aforementioned gun pusher. After some standard mild bull$hitting and the typical mild ball busting, he says "You're tax stamp finally came back". Followed by a "Really?" by me. I then inform him that I'll try to make it by sometime soon in the next couple of days to pick up my stuff. I say thanks, and hang up. Sooooooooo I quickly double my pace, finishing slamming the new contactor in, and start sprinting towards the door. Stopping only long enough to grab the "agreed upon" price of labor of a 30 of MGD, I wave at the owner and say "see ya", as all he sees is a blur of color rush by him and out the front door. Tools get literally chucked into the bed of the truck (also known around here as ECR-1 from the Arizona shoot back in December). I go racing out of the parking lot damn near on two wheels as I head towards the main artery that'll get me to my destination. Within minutes, I'm at the on ramp of the Baltimore/Washington Parkway. This is the line that'll get me up to the Jessup area of Maryland of which the, once again, aforementioned gun pusher is located. I get going up the ramp, accelerating like a scrambled F-18 being launched off of a carrier. It's all going down perfectly, I think "THIS IS FAN-FUKING-TASTIC!", I'm gonna make some time on the ol BW Parkway. Whereas, I smoothly merge into traffic..........and proceed at the blistering, heart pounding rate of approximately 5 MPH. FUK!!!! And.....I finally arrive. So I go stumbling through the door of my local gun pusher. Only to be greeted with a "I thought you said in a couple days". Followed by my witty response that those days were in dog-years....and to get me my fukin can. Well? It took fuking long enough, considering that I ordered this damn thing LAST Fathers Day. BUT, she's a thing of beauty. The AAC Ti-Rant 45M. So I do the final required paperwork, god knows we don't have enough of that in this world, and proceed with the mandatory bull$hitting. After a few minutes, my mission begins the final phase, and that's to safely egress said gun pushers premises without unloading any of my additional hard earned wages. Those bastards always somehow know just how to get to me. Oh look at this, an FN45 tactical in FDE with the threaded barrel. That would look sexy connected to that new can I hear. So....I finger it, as any red blooded man would, and try to conceal the bulge in my pants. Oh yeah, "that's nice" I say.....followed by a "maybe I'll pick one of those up soon", as I politely hand it back to him after I wipe the drool off of it. Oh, "check this out" he says. And hands me a Daniels DD5 in sniper gray. Now this almost makes me tear my pants right off without using any hands. All kidding aside, that is one sweet rifle. Lightweight (for a 308), with a slim rail that locks up to the upper with a 4-point attachment. I mean....that fuker is NICE. BUT.....at $3000 ( a deal right), I simply say "Hmm, nice rifle", and hand it back to him. After a few more rounds of this, I start making my way to the door. With some last, but failed, attempts on their part I successfully hit the door, and jump back into ECR-1. It's wheels up and back to the ranch to start fiddling with this new acquisition. First thoughts. I like the modular approach, so that it can be multiple lengths. But then again, that's why I bought the damn thing. I'll throw some comparison pics up against my other Ti-Rant. That is, once I "finish" and put my pants back on later. END REPORT

Damn. I hadn't heard that today. That blows. I always think of Telly Savalas leaning in while calling him "hustler". (Kelly's Heroes) One funny fukin guy. RIP my good man.

Welcome aboard from Maryland.

First thought..........Abso-Fuking-Lutely! Ya buncha Cock-Teasers.