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Everything posted by wetncold

  1. Sorry, gents. I signed up for reply notifications and never received any. I put the handguard on a customers rifle, so the admins can close this thread.
  2. I like David Tubb. When he speaks you will do good to listen.
  3. Midwest Industries 308 high DPMS key mod handguard. Decided to go another route. Never installed. Asking $125 shipped. Cash, check or money order, but Paypal is preferred.
  4. The only cow in a small town in Northern Italy stopped giving milk. So the town folk found they could buy a cow in Sicily quite cheaply. So, they brought the cow over from Sicily. It was absolutely wonderful. it produced lots of milk every day and everyone was happy. They bought a bull to mate with the cow to get more cows, so they'd never have to worry about their milk supply again. They put the bull in the pasture with the cow but whenever the bull tried to mount the cow, the cow would move away. No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull, and he was never able to do the deed. The people were very upset and decided to go to the local veterinarian, Dr. Santucchi, who was very wise, to tell him what was happening and to ask his advice. "Whenever the bull tries to mount our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. If he attempts it from the one side, she walks away to the other side." The veterinarian rubbed his chin thoughtfully and pondered this before asking, "Did you by chance, buy this cow in Sicily?" The people were dumbfounded, since no one had ever mentioned that they had brought the cow over from Sicily."You are truly a wise veterinarian," they said. "How did you know that we got the cow from Sicily?" The Vet replied with a distant look in his eyes: "My wife is from Sicily."
  5. I agree. I have the Tubbs spring in my carbine length rifle and I thought I was going to have to hire a crew to get it in. But once in, I love it.
  6. But maybe the Commie will turn 3rd party and prevent the Cunnt from winning. If that happens, even Rubio could win.
  7. That is cool. Loading that clip is one of the reasons I don't have a Garand.
  8. Finally got her mounted. I used a 20moa mount first time and it didn't work out. I called Steiner and they told me the scope was made for a 45moa mount. Couldn't find one one under the price of a pound of gold so I went with a 40moa. I will get some pics when I get a chance. BTW, when I spoke to them I asked if Steiner bought Burris or the other way around. The guy told me neither. Beretta bought them both. Seems some of the Steiners are being assembled in the Burris plant with all imported Steiner parts.
  9. I got her mounted. This is a big scope. Makes my Leupolds look like toys. I haven't looked through top tier military scopes in almost 50 years, but I can tell you this: I never looked through anything this good. My Unertl was long and skinny. Good glass but nowhere near this Steiner. It is awesome. Turret clicks are spot on and perfect. I used my bore sighter to check them out. The illumination has 11 settings: 4 night and 7 daytime. Each setting has an off setting between them. Pick the setting you want and one click either way turns it off. Absolute zero stop on the elevation which is perfect for night use. It is big and sturdy. I feel it is a bargain for $1400. When this Noah raining stops, I will take her for a spin and let you know how she does. I feel like she will be perfect.
  10. My new Military 4-16x50 is due in today. FFP, MRAD and illuminated reticle. 34mm rings are right up there with pure gold coins. I guess they figure if you can afford the scope they can milk more out of you for rings. Got a 20moa cant mount to secure it to the top rail. I'll post a "review" later. If it works as planned, it will be $1400 well spent. I always said I would never spend more for a scope than what I paid for a rifle. Getting old makes you more "mellow", or as I call it, more forgiving. And forgetting.
  11. I have one round. Brought it home from my vacation in RVN. It would be awesome to own a rifle that can shoot through some small towns.
  12. Basicall a bomb going off in front of your nose.
  13. We used to tie the rifle to a tire and use a long string to test fire rifles. The good old days!
  14. I had a Velocity trigger and it was great. Swapped it our for a JP Roller trigger.
  15. Borrowed because it made me laugh. Very hard. We have the standard 6 ft. Fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. Long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works. One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hip big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way. It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all. Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover. Time stood still. The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of poop lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses. Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like There were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand. At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... But Dad always had those piece of poop chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled. This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas. 'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank! Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God please die .... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foo So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day .... He left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created. I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned. There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire. Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things: 1 - Three of my teeth seem to have melted. 2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right) 3 - Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think. 4 - My left eye will not open. 5 - My right eye will not close. 6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that. 7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long. 8 - I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???). That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow. The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.
  16. I read somewhere that Independence ammo was a joint venture between Speer and Federal. I have shot several hundred of the 45acp and it was all good.
  17. That should tie a knot in your guts. Might also turn several organs unside down. I can hear the Geneva Convention pukes yelling already.
  18. Obama and Putin were walking out in the countryside, enjoying scenery and the mild fall weather. While on a quiet trail, they came across a sheep. The sheep tried to get away, but its head became caught in the wire fencing. The poor critter was stuck. Putin smiled, walked behind the sheep, dropped his drawers, and had his way with it. When Putin was done, he turned to Obama and said, “Go ahead! It’s your turn!” Without a second thought, Obama walked over and stuck his head in the wire fencing.
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