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It's right here, man. http://www.phase5tactical.com/products/308-dpms-type/extended-bolt-release-v2308-ebrv2308

Pssssshhh... I still blame Roger. <thumbsup> <laughs>

Hell yeah, brother! <lmao> Met up with Jon this morning to collect up/pay up on his Black Friday graciousness. He nailed two VooDoo Tactical double rifle cases for me - one 42" and one 36". Met for breakfast, chowed down, then went to Diamondback Police Supply. <thumbsup> He tried to ambush me, though. He asked the counter guy to see one of the XDS micro .45s, and warned me not to touch one (or I'd want one). Then he hands me the damn thing... <laughs>

D'oh!!! :o I KNEW that, too!!! :-[

Throw me in the pot, too, micro. <thumbsup>

I could put paddle tires on that thing and ride it in the sand... <thumbsup> <laughs>

Will it pull a fired case out of the chamber, when firing? It's a 5.56 BCG, complete. You might need an o-ring around the extractor spring, firing the 300BLK ammo. Pull the bolt apart and see if it's got the o-ring around that spring. If it's not there, and you add it, it will give more grab and power to the extractor.

Next T-day, you'll be able to bring the midget with you. Youngin's are always welcome in camp, and there's always something going on. Typically, at night, it's adult shenanigans around the campfire, but there's always something. Dirk's boy turned 2 right before this trip, and it's his second one. <thumbsup> <laughs> NOW, he's talking, and he was sayin' some FUNNY stuff!!! He's all ears, too - I think he picked up on some bad stuff I was saying. That boy is like a mynah bird... :o I caught myself a couple times, but others caught me more. :-[ I had to actually try to "filter" myself, because Dillon was everywhere... ;D I suck at that, too. <dontknow> Sorry, Dirk. :happydrunks:

That right there makes them SO tender... Best thing to do to them, by far. <thumbsup>

That was Bambi! <lmao>

Rene, you ALWAYS have an invite, brother. All the silly poop I do, you can include yourself anytime, no-notice, and it will always be welcomed. <thumbsup> :happydrunks:

We'll wrap him in a giant set of Depends, stuff him into one of those college-bar inflatable Sumo Suits, and he'll be fine... <thumbsup> <laughs> I apologize ahead of time to many members here - the pics ain't visible to alot of you. I'll fix that. :( EDIT - All pics should be fixed now. <thumbsup>

It WILL be a trip you'll always remember. It's a damn HOOT!!! Maybe we can get Rob and Jen to attend, also... ;D <thumbsup> <munch>

5 years doing the gig as a National Ski Patrol Alpine Patroller. EMT-Basic, some "other army Medic" cross training. You've never seen "fucked up" until you see how bad people can wreck themselves on a ski slope... Bad thing is, the ambulance is at the bottom of the hill, and you have to get their broken ass down there... <laughs> <dontknow> Much proficiency in "broken people." <thumbsup> Fear not, I'll get you out. Somehow. <lmao>

You can't beat the sunsets out there... This moon was callin' my name. Bad. [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0613.jpg My splint action, out in the dirt. Gotta use what you have, and I had deadfall with a few 3ft straight sections, and duct tape (thanks to Dirk throwing it in the Rhino before we split on the Personel Recovery Mission...). <thumbsup> This was back in camp, after we got him out of the Rhino, and into the back of the truck, ready to leave for the hospital. This was what the hospital did, overall. I did better, I think. <dontknow> [img width=810 height=822]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/WashYumarecovery.jpg The results of the surgery. This is one expensive piece of titanium rod and some Ti screws! :o

I take Vagisil and Extra Strength Midol to the dunes with me. When my buddies start cryin', I rub 'em down with the Vagisil and make 'em eat the Midol, just so I don't have to listen to it. Dirk and his wife are the only ones that never complain - everyone else cries sometime during the trip... <lmao> <thumbsup>

Monday night, we started another raging fire - in a different fire pit. Did I mention that my kid had to dig all the different fire pits? His ass got a shovel-workout that would embarrass a Tae-Bo workout guru... <lmao> Monday, whilst in town and visiting my broken-legged brother, I hit the store for pork ribs. 3 racks. This is the prep on those ribs, which marinated from Monday afternoon until Tuesday morning, when we buried them. [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0605.jpg [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0606.jpg Here's the recipe - liberal coating with the rub, liberal coating with the roasted garlic-n-herb, and soaked in Stubb's Pork Marinade: [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0609.jpg These things came out of the ground so ridiculous, you could cut through the bones with a plastic fork. It was nuts. You can't get this in any restaurant... <thumbsup> Same pic from before, but a little later - my NO NOISE sign rocks! There's a long story on that thing, and it's a real sign. Real stolen sign... <dontknow> [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0608.jpg This was the first trip I've ever made to the dunes where I haven't done a Full Moon Lights Out Night Ride. The moon was full on Tuesday night, and I didn't do that lights-out ride. Just wasn't meant to be this year. [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0607.jpg

I'll take her on all the time - I ain't skeered. I just need to teach others not to go 5th gear-pinned in those damn washes! I lived, on that CR500, so it can be done. Mother Nature is a P USSY... :o <laughs>

Now we're getting into the wash-crash stuff. This was Monday - definitely Post-Crash, waiting for my buddy to get out of the Yuma Regional Medical Center. This is before sunset, sun still up, and sitting in camp. The guy in the pic is my other friend that came out, and he's just waiting to take off with the other two quads and trailer, after we feed him. Decided I better get pics of the damaged quad, already loaded on the trailer, before it leaves: [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0601.jpg [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0602.jpg [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0603.jpg

Found this fella directly in front of Dirk's camper the next morning. I think he was hungry for turkey. My crazy kid caught him in a coffee cup. He was promptly named "Elmer." I thought he'd be great, in a skillet with butter, and some gravy. I learned he was a member of the "catch-n-release" program. I was bummed... :o I kinda grew fond of him, in the few minutes that he was my prisoner. He's FDE, so what's not to like?... <laughs> [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0597.jpg [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0598.jpg I found out that Elmer can REALLY haul some ass, when flicked in the butt. He came after me like a spider monkey all hopped up on Mountain Dew! [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0599.jpg

Bike pics - I'll coment on my helmet later... ;D The burial ground - this was a raging fire on Wednesday night and Thursday night, and we buried food about 1:30am Thursday night. This pic is from daylight, Friday morning. There's a 22lb turkey in there, plus two huge turkey breasts. [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0590.jpg We dug that stuff up around 6pm Friday, and set up for some Thanksgiving dinner. Here's Dirk (DNP) working over those turkey breasts, after extrication. Wrapped on muslin and burlap, wetted and buried and covered. This is pulling them out and unwrapping: [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0591.jpg Not a "pretty turkey," from what we typically see, roasted, but this thing was falling apart. It was dam hard to cut up, because the knife just pushed it apart... <laughs> [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0593.jpg THE SPREAD!!! [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0595.jpg

Working on pics now, and I'll keep going until I get them all in here. We got into camp about 4am Wednesday morning, after much delay and driving. This was after the sun came up. I ended up staying awake for about 40 hours, starting Tueday morning (for work) about 6am, and going on. Got into camp at 4, set everthing up, made breakfast, and went out for the first ride. There's a whole LOT of Whoop-Ass right here in this pic! '01 Yamaha YZ426F, '86 TRX250R (with a 310cc kit), '98 CR500R, '06 'Zuk LT-R450, and the LT-Z250 for a friend's g/f that would arrive later. Different view, but you can see that badass Dodge gun-hauler in the background. <thumbsup> Notice, there's still a knobby on that CR500... :o Needed to do a test-n-tune on it on the flat ground of the washes. [img width=810 height=607]http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m239/rgrhartley/100_0588.jpg

Now I have to find one of these floating bastards, just on your recommendation... <laughs>

No doubt - In Brazil, no less. I'm surprised ghost-girl didn't get several lessons in BJJ! <lmao>

The IAR. Protecting their proprietary investment. Such bullpoopy - here we go again, revisiting the dumbass move the Army made last year, doing the exact same bullpoopy, penny-pincher, contract-protecting assinine thing...