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Yep! That's the way the point system works. I haven't been in yrs. Got to the point where I couldn't drag one out if I killed it. my fav spot has always been Land Between The Lakes. Sometimes takes a while to get drawn, but great place to hunt. It's totally separate from the State drawing. Go online to their website & you an see how it works. Too late for this yr tho. Good luck with your hunt(s).

That’s what I hear. Hopefully I’ll get a chance at a good one at Cheatham, if not it’ll be fine because I’ll be in a tree in the woods. And who can complain about that?!

If you think that an underground concrete structure that's ballistically safe and has sound baffles, HVAC, lead abatement, concrete entrance, and steel door is cheap, you've not checked construction prices in the last couple of decades.

Commercial vs residential would be my guess. I suppose he could establish an LLC, but then zoning and environmental regs might be a problem in addition to all the crap that goes with owning your own business.

Without knowing what your local laws are, I would say it would also depend on how and why it becomes an issue. I haven’t seen many laws prohibiting it that allow for it being in a bunker. I wouldn’t think many city officials would want to sign off on it being “Safe”. Just move to the country.

You'd need to talk with your local officials and see what local codes and zoning regulations say, but I am pretty confident this would not be allowed. Why not buy 10 acres of land out in the country someplace and build a range there? Probably wouldn't cost any more that what you're talking about. Cheers, Whisper

Unfortunately there is no cover all radio. The best option is to figure out what you would like to do and just get a radio that covers that. Such as, vhf-uhf, dstar, dmr, fusion, Hf, qrp, eme, cw, psk31, etc etc etc... I would say, just stick with what you have for now, get licensed, get on the air and then once you start operating, decide what area interests you and go there. Best wishes and feel free to contact me with any questions, I don't know it all, but have tried several modes.

I am not sure how the point system works. Presidents Island is usually the only one I apply for anyway. I usually do not like to hunt a place that I can not scout adequately. Most of the draw hunts are places far enough away that I don't have time to go scout. Presidents Island is a place I would make an exception for. Some really nice bucks are taken there every year.

A close friend of mine sent me this a long time ago and I can't remember if I have ever posted it here or not but going to post is just in case I haven't and if I have maybe someone missed it and new members may enjoy it!! Life lessons I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. 'Hello Barry, how are you today?' 'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.' 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?' 'Fine.. Gittin' stronger alla' time.' 'Good. Anything I can help you with?' 'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.' 'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller. 'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.' 'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?' 'All I got's my prize marble here.' 'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller. 'Here 'tis.. She's a dandy.' 'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked. 'Not zackley but almost.' 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy. 'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.' Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.' I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. 'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size.....they came to pay their debt..' 'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho .' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red Marbles. The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

Patriotism can be shown by both the disabled boy who stands, and the NFL player who kneels. They're not mutually exclusive in my book.

If your used to a Glock and have tons of 9/40/357 holsters there is a reason to love the 36 over the Shield. However, even as a mild Glock fan, the 45 Shield is better in every way.

What can I say, I am hung like a baby....... 18 inches and 7 and a half pounds