Sharpshooter

This is the place where you'll find straight info. Glad to have you!

Welcome from Arkansas

Then you know what I'm talking about. Whoever said there was a thin line between love and hate had it half right. What he missed was how it's not a straight line. The damn thing weaves back and forth.

@Sharpshooter Wow, glad she's ok! He's had other accidents before, and always said the big one was still waiting for him, I believe this qualifies as his big one. He's a tough dude, refused pain meds from the first moments all the way to now. Still working, although left handed for a change, and has not truly slowed down much. I'm riding him hard about the limits the Dr's set, but he's hard headed. Again, I'm glad y'all have come out the other side, and thank you for the well wishes! We always said there are tow kinds of bikers ... those who've gone down and those who are going down. You know the clarity that comes from wind in your face ... you just have to be ready for the shiit that can come with it. I think you guys are ready, so fukk'm!

He's excellent at guiding his message with people who don't know what he's doing. Reality is different.

I would dude, but I outlived them both!

Peachey, you tell your hubby to nut up and get better! My wife (and best friend ever) were riding on her birthday when I (on my bike) passed a guy in a pickup pulling a boat. My wife followed, (on her bike) and the guy decided to tun left. He drug the boat over her. So, flash forward some years. She's okay. She survived it, and she's still here. So, Loud Pipes Save Lives! Tell your hubby to hang in there and do what Lazarus Long does to his enemies: outlive them!

Ouch! It hurts to be stupid. That dude should have stuck to vacuum cleaners!

The link you posted timed out for me. The link Doc posted worked. This from my home laptop. Just FYI.

Welcome from Arkansas

Welcome from Arkansas!

Why do they call them Fords, Chevrolets, and Dodges? They all use the same gas, they all go down the street, they all ... etc. You get the point. Each brand has its own specifications and parts just don't swap.

Now that's a nice looking rifle. Something about the monochrome look appeals to me. Well done!

If a pretty girl takes off her clothes alone in a forest, is someone somewhere still offended? And does anybody care?

Welcome from Arkansas. You'll find plenty of good info here.

This from a friend, neighbor, and fellow Vietnam vet. I think it may be the first thing I've ever "shared."

Yeah, but I hope you'll bear in mind Heinlein was a science-fiction author, not a politician. He was writing to amuse people.

I like what Robert Heinlein proposed: to vote, you serve your country first. Either you put in 2 years in the military or else you put in 2 years in an approved service organization (Peace Corps, Civilian Conservation Corps, or something similar). Those who won't serve can't vote.

I had one of those gifted to me when I was 10, only difference was mine had a cylinder (improved cylinder?) choke. I had trouble getting squirrels with that thing, asked a local experienced hunter if there was any trick to it. He said, "Just climb up the tree, sneak up behind him on the limb, then tap him on the shoulder. When the squirrel turns around, stick the barrel in his mouth and pull the trigger." Smart @$$. But he was probably right.

Groundhogs are badass! I had one that took up residence in my back yard. I popped him with a full choke 12 guage at around 15 or 20 yards. I rolled him over but the SOB ran back to his hole and died, ready to fight. They're tough! Don't let your loved ones (canine or human) get too close.

I've been wanting a short-gripped 1911 for forever. I keep saying they're too hard to conceal and the manufacturers keep making them with shorter barrels. Shiit, I can conceal an 8" barrel, but I can't deal with a 7-round magazine. Springfield Armory finally came up with an XD-S in .45 ACP with a 4-inch barrel, and the damn thing feels perfect! C'mon Colt! WTF?

I couldn't help myself. I'm a 3-time loser when it comes to divorces, but a 1-time winner when it comes to marriages. My current wife and I have been together, happily, since 1985.

I had one that decided my back yard was home. I had a five-year-old at the time. The fukking groundhog took a 12 ga. charge at around 20 yards, full choke. Rolled him over backwards, but the damned thing made it back to its hole before it died. Tough fukkers!

I grew up in East St. Louis, Illinois. We moved out when I was 10, to a town 100 miles southeast. 34 years ago, my wife and I moved to Arkansas. On a trip to St. Louis for a conference, I took her back to my old neighborhood to show her where I grew up. We pull onto the old home street, I looked around, and I pulled the .45 out and laid it in my lap while I did a U-turn. The old neighborhood had turned into a war zone. No schiit ... houses leveled, holes in the ground, and eyes everywhere. We got the fukk out and won't be going back. Now we live on the side of what passes for a mountain around here. I can (and do) step out onto my porch and fire off a few rounds whenever I want. An old slag heap makes for a great backstop, and a couple of fence posts serve as uprights for a target stand. I'll take Freedom every time!

Glad to hear you're out of it. It's a young man's game and getting tougher to stay within the rules.