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Now, lingerie would be acceptable, but not boots, unless they are the thigh high leather kind designed to be worn with a minimum of accessories. But that would be a conversation for another thread.

Made up a second ladder of 300 Win Mag loads, 69.2 to 69.5 gr in . 1 gr increments. Plus 12 at 69.3 gr as a control group. Winchester primers, Hornady 225 gr match bullets. H4831SC powder, Nosler brass.

Haven’t watched the whole thing yet, but the tall guy with the short hair has the worst jab I have ever seen. The way he puts that left hand out there he is begging for a right cross or hook over the top of it. Boxed Golden Gloves in high school. I was average at best. Learned a few things: 1. Lefties are dangerous the first time you fight one- you are circling into their strength. 2. Unconventional fighters are very dangerous if you haven’t trained for them. We never knew anything about our opponents as they were from other parts of the city or state, so you couldn’t prepare in advance for someones traits or style. 3. You can take a hard shot, black out and still finish the round and not go down. I remember the adrenaline, and the cigarette smoke and screaming from 2-3,000 “fans” who wanted to see you get your clock cleaned. And lastly I remember the stink of those old locker rooms at Labor Temples, Reformatories, and Armories where we would fight. They were foul. You never hung around, you got on the bus and got out of there. And after other kids found out you boxed a bunch of them would always want to fight you. It got old quick. After 3 years I had had enough. Note: Finally watched it all. Brandon finally started Landin’. He could have been good if he started young. The other guy had no business being in that ring. Wussy jab, too slow, inaccurate right hand. A jab should be thrown so it “pops” when you hit the bag or a face with it. Look at some of the old reels of Larry Holmes jab. He knocked people out with it. My “ Pop” started to disappear at age 35. When I hit the bag it no longer “cracked”.

Nice job Brother.

Start slow and increase reps then weights. I am stopping increasing reps or weight at this point because I am too old to build much in the way of muscle, and muscle strains and pulls take a lot longer to heal then they used to. It keeps me firm except for my gut, but I have had that for thirty some years, and I am limited what I can do for that because of major back surgery nine years ago. Swinging a kettle bell from between your legs to over your head is a good core strengthener and more arduous then it sounds. Gets my heart rate up to 110 pretty quick.

Current program: 3 times a week at Snap fitness, because that is all we got here. Kettlebell core exercises 4 sets of 10 reps. Bench Press: 180 pounds 4x10 Incline press 150 pounds 4x10 Leg presses 270 pounds 4x 10 Incline curls 2-35 pound dumbbells in unison 4 x 10 Lat cable pulls 100 pounds 4 x 10 Lat bar Tricep pull downs 100 pounds 4 x 10 20 minutes high resistance on recombinant exercise bike to finish and cool down. Other days, 2-3 mile walk with the Pyrenees. At 74 I just want to keep in good enough shape to do the things I enjoy- Boating, fishing and shooting.

Nice diagnostic work. Probably a 1 in 10,000 case, but you found it!

Is it a true Armalite AR 10? Or a 308 AR by another name? And what the #$&@ is a magazine deck?

Ann Margret a class act. Taken from a Facebook post. Richard, (my husband), never really talked a lot about his time in Viet Nam, other than he had been shot by a sniper. However, he had a rather grainy, 8 x 10 black and white photo he had taken at a USO show of Ann Margret with Bob Hope in the background that was one of his treasures. A few years ago, Ann Margaret was doing a book signing at a local bookstore. Richard wanted to see if he could get her to Sign the treasured photo so he arrived at the bookstore at 12 o'clock for the 7:30 signing. When I got there after work, the line went all the way around the bookstore, circled the parking lot, and disappeared behind a parking garage. Before her appearance, bookstore employees announced that she would sign only her book and no memorabilia would be permitted. Richard was disappointed, but wanted to show her the photo and let her know how much those shows meant to lonely GI's so far from home.. Ann Margaret came out looking as beautiful as ever and, as second in line, it was soon Richard's turn. He presented the book for her signature and then took out the photo. When he did, there were many shouts from the employees that she would not sign it. Richard said, "I understand. I just wanted her to see it." She took one look at the photo, tears welled up in her eyes and she said, "This is one of my gentlemen from Viet Nam and I most certainly will sign his photo. I know what these men did for their country and I always have time for 'my gentlemen.'' With that, she pulled Richard across the table and planted a big kiss on him. She then made quite a to-do about the bravery of the young men she met over the years, how much she admired them, and how much she appreciated them. There weren't too many dry eyes among those close enough to hear. She then posed for pictures and acted as if he were the only one there. That night was a turning point for him. He walked a little straighter and, for the first time in years, was proud to have been a Vet. I'll never forget Ann Margaret for her graciousness and how much that small act of kindness meant to my husband. Later at dinner, Richard was very quiet. When I asked if he'd like to talk about it, my big, strong husband broke down in tears.. ''That's the first time anyone ever thanked me for my time in the Army,'' he said. I now make it a point to say 'Thank you' to every person I come across who served in our Armed Forces. Freedom does not come cheap and I am grateful for all those who have served their country.

Always, even middle of summer.

Watching AC/DC at River Plate.

Still planning on being there myself.

Got 200 of those 225 30 cal. If anyone within range needs Large rifle magnum primers, PM me, or I can bring them to the Fall Shoot.

GPS Shooting Mat, Lee 300 Win Mag crimping tool, RCBS decapping pins and first aid kit from Midway.

Neither do I. I wasn’t home.

Agree. But I have enough for five years of shooting so I am okay.

I asked Alexa to play”80’s hair bands” And she did!

Loaded up 15 once used 300 Win Mag brass for initial sighting in of my new rifle. Winchester Large Magnum primers, Winchester brass. 225 gr Hornady ELD-X match bullets. 69 gr of H4831SC. Next will be making ladders with the new Nosler brass, once I check that load for pressure signs.

When you look at what they want for some of the “smart” annealers, it looks mighty good!

Wisconsin's winter is your summer- 3 months to bitch about. Actually more like 5.

Resized 100 300 Winchester Magnum brass, Federal, Winchester and Remington, and trimmed the cases. In the next few days will load them up with 212gr Hornady ELD-X with 68.8 grains of H4831SC for a friend and keep a few for myself for next hunting season.

Highest temperature is 80F for the next week.

I have the AR10T carbine. Love that rifle. Will be bringing it this fall.

Rewatched one of my two favorite westerns of all time. “The Outlaw Josey Wales”. Even now the exchange between him and the Comanche Chief is one of the most memorable dialogues I think there is on film. I looked up the manuscript of it below. Josey: You be Ten Bears? Ten Bears: I am Ten Bears. Josey: I’m Josey Wales. Ten Bears: I have heard. You’re the Gray Rider. You would not make peace with the Blue Coats. You may go in peace. Josey: I reckon not. Got nowhere to go. Ten Bears: Then you will die. Josey: I came here to die with you. Or, live with you. Dying ain’t so hard for men like you and me, it’s living that’s hard; when all you ever cared about has been butchered or raped. Governments don’t live together, people live together. With governments, you don’t always get a fair word or a fair fight. Well, I’ve come here to give you either one or get either one from you. I came here like this so you’ll know my word of death is true. And that my word of life is then true. The bear lives here, the wolf, the antelope, the Comanche. And so will we. Now, we’ll only hunt what we need to live on, the same as the Comanche does. And every spring when the grass turns green and the Comanche moves north, you can rest here in peace, butcher some of our cattle, and jerk beef for the journey. The sign of the Comanche, that will be on our lodge. That’s my word of life. Ten Bears: And your word of death? Josey: It’s here in my pistols, there in your rifles . . . I’m here for either one. Ten Bears: These things you say we will have, we already have. Josey: That’s true. I ain’t promising you nothing extra. I’m just giving you life and you’re giving me life. And I’m saying that men can live together without butchering one another. Ten Bears: It’s sad that governments are chiefed by the double-tongues. There is iron in your word of death for all Comanche to see. And so there is iron in your word of life. No signed paper can hold the iron, it must come from men. The word of Ten Bears carries the same iron of life and death. It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life . . . or death. It shall be life.