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So I'm starting to see this misdirect issue pop up again. Let me guess. Another site "upgrade" right?

Yep. That'll teach him alright. This must be a Cali thing right? Do the direct opposite of rational thinking.

HOOLLEEEEE $HIT! Well? It's been nice all of these years fella's. All I can do accept responsibility for the situation. One of only so many catastrophic outcomes is possible. Either: 1 - The server melts down into a puddle of molten metal and plastic. 2 - Drews house catch fire and will lead to the aforementioned puddle, 3 - The internet may collapse in onto itself. (which may not be the worst thing in the world) 4 - Sunspots will spike every electrical device on the planet. 5 - And as usual....Locusts rise up and destroy mankind. Dogs and cats living together. You know......things like that. In a briefer summary : It's just not a good thing to have 2 generations of the R2 legacy in close proximity. Only BAD things can come from this with our luck. But, on the other hand.......at least we're used to that feeling of getting Fuked. Oh....and welcome aboard my brother.

Starting with Rob's cars? That'll get his attention.

Foot tapping....................................................................trying to wait patiently.

I'm in for this, even though we can't transfer an EVIL AR15 into my state. We'll figure out something to do with it, if for some out-worldly reason that I win (not likely ). Can you PM me your email address Larry? I thought I had it, but not sure. I'll zelle the money to you.

Welcome aboard from Maryland.

Welcome from Maryland.

Especially at Tom's house.

Welcome aboard from Maryland.

^^^^Now that's a great screen name right there. That could only be equaled by "Mouth-breather".

Now that's too GAWD DAMN funny Doc! You slay me brother.

Not that hard my man. If you're trying to add something like a youtube clip, just highlight the address (in the address bar obviously), right click and hit copy. Then just right click and hit paste in the area that you type your post into. If you're trying to add a clip that you already have on your computer/phone/tablet. Just hit the paper clip/highlighted "choose files" on the lower left of the area that you type your post into. Hope this helps.

Welcome aboard from Maryland.

Welcome from Maryland.

Yeah, the market can be a hell of a roller coaster at times. I think I originally took about a 40% + hit at first. But that was mainly in my individual brokerage account. It's still running about 30 K lighter (at today's close) than it was. My retirement accounts and my 401K, I run a lot more conservative. Granted they still took a hit. But everything did as all of this first unraveled. I can't play in the day trading arena. I can't stay on top of it throughout the workday to do that. Like Wash was saying, you've got to stay (literally) on top of that all day long. From the opening bell, to the close. Actually it extends well before and after the market closes these days. Has for quite some time. But these days, individual investors are getting access to more and more features of the market. Overall, I've had a good couple of (outta the park) winners, and MORE than my share of losers (ask me about offshore drilling sometime). Throw your ideas out anytime Wash. I'll listen. I'm kind of a market junkie. From the moment I get home in the afternoon, that's all I really concentrate on until the close. I've been dipping my toe into FedEx lately. Started when they were in the 130's. Bought a little more as they were pushed into the low teens to single digit 100's. Had to dive in even more when they got shoved down to the low 90's for that day or so. I was using some of the dough that I made off a sweet buyout late last year of a company that was called Cypress Semiconductor. They got bought by a German chipmaker. I think I came out of that one as being up about 350% overall The COMPLETE opposite of that offshore driller that I referred too earlier. That one was a 100% loss when it was finally over. A HARD 10 K lesson learned.

That's great to hear Cliff.

Either way, that's a 1 and 1/2% drop brother. That's a good move. People don't think about it, but it makes up over time.

The gray overcast sky was blanketing the area only known by a chosen few, as the SDF (Secret Desert Facility). A strange, but not an unknown sight for the American southwest. Granted, the valley of the sun doesn't see much of it. But it does have it's share. The distant rumblings of thunderheads, only added to the moment. The periodic, crack across the sky, reminded all that mother nature is still in complete control. The encampment was about to huddle down. The wide, northwestern storm was building in intensity, as the security teams began to disperse from base camp. Blue and Doc were on watch on the taller south hill. Blue scanned the sky as he pulled his poncho over top of him. He knew that he was about to get pissed on. He grumbled to himself, as he racked the action of his MK12. He stared at the oncoming rain, he could see it "walk across" the vast expanse before him. Watching this, he said over his shoulder to Doc, "well....this is about to suck". He wedged himself down into a rock outcropping, and began to scan his designated area. He flicked the switch on his comms to his throat mic and gave a radio check back to camp. Doc glared out onto the shallow valley floor beneath them, and watched the curtain of rain approaching. He jokingly threw back at Blue," Don't know....it might not be that bad", as only a Texan can as he laughed. He then flicked his comm switch over as well as he racked his weapon. He called out his comm check to base camp. All was well. At approximately the same time, Unforgiven and Hemi were hunkering down on the lower eastern hilltop. They too, were watching the oncoming storm as it approached from the north/northwest. They ground down into their positions, waiting for the rain to fall. Hemi glanced towards Unforgiven, about 20 feet away from him, and said "get ready to get wet brother". Unforgiven acknowledged him by racking his weapon, and peering off into the distance. Scanning the, what could be seen, horizon. Hemi responded in a similar fashion. One by one, they both switched they're comms over, and called out their radio checks to base camp. All was well. The western and northern "Flats" of the "SDF" also had "security teams" watching. Teams were displaced approximately to encompass a 1000 yard perimeter, mainly because of the storm. DNP and R2 to the north. Mikedaddy and Goucho to the west. The storm was coming fast, and nobody was liking it. Both teams had their emplacements. Both had their ponchos thrown over them as cover as they laid out in their positions, waiting for the oncoming downpour. They were all fixed and ready. One at a time, the others could hear them flick over their comms and perform their comm check. All was well. 98 and Matt stood in base camp. The darkened sky, plus rain starting to fall, compounded by night rapidly approaching, had them at a heightened sense of awareness. The setting just didn't feel right. 98 was calling out across the comms to all of the security teams, verifying solid communication. Matt turned to Edge and Robo, gave them a nod while saying "You're on gentlemen". The two proceeded to melt into the dark backdrop that nature was providing. They were......"On Patrol". With that, Matt turned to JT and said "You're cleared". Instantly, JT spun on his heels and disappeared off into the gray, rainy evening (Always Forward). 98 turned as he was clearing the last outer perimeter team comm check, looking at both Beltfed and Red River he said "Those positions aren't going to man themselves gentlemen". They both turned and headed off to their predetermined positions on the outer edge of the inner perimeter. Also facing the western and northern "flats" of the area, but closer into the encampment. Wash, Magwa and Sketch watched as 98 and Matt distributed orders and monitored comm traffic to other members. 98 eventually turned to them and gave the nod. They were all on inner perimeter security. HEY.....somebody has to help guard the camp. And can anybody think of anybody as surly as these guys? They instantly dispersed to opposing sides of the base camp and began their diligent "circling" of the inner perimeter as the rain began to come down hard. It was going to be a night full of SUCK for everybody. EARLY THE NEXT MORNING -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sun was coming up. The rain had stopped in the middle of the night. The "teams" had made it through the night without any outside encounter. The outer perimeter security squads could see the smoke from the fire being built at the base camp. They all were shedding ponchos or any other cover that they had used, as it was already getting warm as the sun continued to rise. They were about 30 minutes out, to reporting for the morning briefing. The "high ground" crews would be starting their trek down the hills soon, as the "flats" were starting to pack up their rain gear. All of the perimeter squads were about to "start in", when a lone flare went up from out in the middle of nowhere. It was from the "patrol" team. It was quickly followed by the report across the comms. "Bogie! Inbound approximately 070. Moving slowly". With that, the north, east and southern security teams instantly trained their eyes in that direction. And watched. Within moments, Doc called out from the high ground position on the tall hill "Got em!". The other "high ground" members shortly echoed him with "Got him", "Got him", "I got him". Followed quickly by the north "Flats" team of "Got him", "Got him". They all silently watched through their optics as the intruder slowly proceeded towards them. The vehicle moved slowly until it came to a halt, approximately a mile away from the encampment. Matt was calling out to the perimeter teams, "What do you see? What do you see? Report! Friend or foe?". As he was checking with the perimeter teams, 98 was staring through his binoculars directly at the intruder. Watching for any kind of "tell". Everybody was "glassing" the intruder, waiting for the next move. MOMENTS LATER ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In a hot, desert world, the lone truck, slowly approaches the SDF. At a distance, the grizzled, weather beaten driver in a camo shirt pulls off his glacier glasses to stare out into the area ahead. Before him, a mile away is a circle of campers and trailers. As he puts his field glasses up to his eyes and surveys the scene, he realizes he is the focus of attention of a number of sentries who are doing the same to him, but through rifles. Pulling out an old stained white handkerchief and waving it up above his head through the drivers window, to show he is peaceful, he begins to navigate his way toward the surprisingly well organized and ingeniously laid out encampment. As he slowly advances, he looks at the two sleeping figures that are with him. One in the passenger seat, and one in the backseat.............and he laughs. They've made it. MOMENTS AFTER THAT -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The driver pulled into the camp and came to a halt. 98 walked up to the drivers door, rifle in the upward position in his right hand, while his left hand was held out in the international "Stop" position. 98 stood beside the vehicle, as the dust swirled slowly around his feet. He glanced around, and gave a raised clinched fist signal to all of the other teams, knowing that they were ALL watching. He lowered his rifle and broke out with a ear to ear grin while saying, "Nice to see you Sisco. Glad you were able to get Shepp and Dpete". Stay tuned for the next chapter........................

Nope. Nothing wrong with that. I do something similar for any of the rifles that I run suppressed. Except that I use the red, high temperature wheel bearing grease. All BCG's get a bath of mobil1. You can't go wrong with that. On new builds, I'll let them soak for a day or two. Once again, it can't hurt.

Don't let him fool you. Gravity ALWAYS wins.

^^^^Agree. You can't hurt these things by lubing them up. And I'll wait for all the smart-ass responses.

Found some spy cam footage from one of the desert fall shoots, from when somebody gave Matt some lip during one of his and Tom's long distance classes.

I agree. Where I usually enjoy a freshly brewed (by the million barrel vat) MGD, the local store was out when I stopped by this afternoon. So I went with this.

Welcome from Maryland, Lead. Nice looking rifle there.