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My hearing already sucks...too mant years playing bass in assorted bands.

I noticed, at JSR, that everyone settles their muffs before they shoot. In an emergency are they going to be more concerned with settling the muffs than getting off that important first aimed shot? If it's confusing to not have the muffs because the confrontation is real, I'd rather practice without.

I'll wear muffs if it's required...I'd prefer to be dressed as if I was confronting a perp.

It's a known fact...police are police...civilians are enemy.

Give that man a cigar!! Can't you all tell by the look on her face that she was not happy?

At my age "getting lucky" means I found my car in WalMarts parking lot. As an aside...for a guy like me, a button on the mug that made my keyring beep would be good.

I did an online search. This "metal artifact" doesn't fit the "projectile head" classification. It has no haft to afix it to a shaft. The hole makes it more a mower tip. You can't rule "projectile point" out completely, Archaeology ain't found everything yet. There are complete quivers with metal pointed projectiles (arrows) in collections throughout the US. I have seen unhafted metal points but those had side notches for binding. I have never seen a metal point attatched with a screw.

You know those key holders that you push and it honks your carhorn and flashes your lights so you can find your car? This needs one of those. That kind of electronics can be tiny...a simple beeper and a LED. A keychain with a "Help! I lost my Beer" button.

Model 97 Trench with bayonette

AS perfect April Fools joke...but it's may.

I'm looking forward to it. I abhore muffs. If I get into a "situation" I'm not going to be asking the perp if he can wait while I get my muffs. My glasses are safety though.

OK...this isn't really about me. I was learning the Bass from a very good bassplayer and he decided, Since I was playing with their band that Friday night, that I ought to take a nap...But first he told me this little ghost story. The house was built from material salvaged from a teardown from the ex-ritzy side of town. The state condemed a bunch to put in a bypass and him and his buddies took a couple of big trucks and stole nearly a whole house. Oak and Maple flooring and firebrick insulated walls. Marble tubs and German Silver sinks and fixtures. Walnut windows with those diamond panes and stainedglass tops. Real cool stuff. He's sleeping on the couch one night...just 'cuz...and he wokeup unable to breathe. Sitting on his chest is the most demon looking ghost he'd could ever imagine and screaming in his head..."PUT ME BACK!" Over and over. This thing would open it's mouth and fire blew out and washed over his face and chest. He says, OK...and the demon just vanished. Yeah, Right, Like I'm gonna get a nap after that.

So...tell me what I'll find at Norris range and is it the one at Clear Creek? I'm having problems with my .54 so I'll need to bring a BIG target..is that OK. (it got bumped a couple of times and the sights are off.)

I'm joining Norris First of July. It's gonna po my buddy bucnball...he's trying to get back on as a RSO...he let his expire 2 years ago.

I'm not complaining about the boom...that handgun down past me hurt my ears...The worst two guns for noise have been my ruger blackhawk in 30 carbine...I didn't keep it...and a CZ52... OMG! Well...and the time I shot at a prairie dog out the passenger window and it was closed...THAT was LOUD and STUPID!

The best freehand tat artist I've ever seen lives in Sheridan, Wyoming. If he painted in oils he'd be famous.

Just for the heck of it: •How fast is the Earth spinning? 0.5 km/sec. That is a speed of about 1040 miles/hr •How fast is the Earth revolving around the Sun? 30 km/sec: about 18.5 miles/sec •How fast is the Solar System moving around the Milky Way Galaxy? 250 km/sec: about 155 miles/sec •How fast is our Milky Way Galaxy moving in the Local Group of galaxies? 300 km/sec: 185 miles/sec 3600 seconds in an hour. What ever you get, we're bookin'

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Just down the road from the farmhouse was a little church. This church had a streetlight kind of yard light...really bright. Down here little country churches are some kind of baptist, up north they're EUB (Evangelical United Brethern) Thanks to the light I kept seeing someone trying to open the doors of the church, but there was never a car. Finally I got peedoff about it and walked down to see what was going on. There's no one there, but there's footprints in the snow...they start about halfway down the walk...you can see where the footprints were struggling with the door and they go back down the walk and stop. No cartracks...just shoeprints.

Good... I'm an archaeologist. We were doing a dig on the most "potted" site in Montana (Trying to collect what was left before the collectors stole it) when I noticed a platform attatched to a tree overlooking the site. It seems the Forest Service put up a camera, a solar collector, and a satalite uplink in hopes of catching a few illegal diggers. The uplink storage showed a truck with the plate mudded over and a ladder on a rack. Two guys with skimasks and camo clothing unloaded the ladder, set it up against the tree...the one guy climbed the ladder...his face showed up and his mouth moved "Suckers! Thanks for the setup." They took the whole thing except the mount.

We rented a huge farmhouse pretty cheap. Remember the bus crash and fire? The house was east on that road. We had a few weirdnesses happen but rationally explained. Like the day the wife said, "All my good hair ribbons are gone. but it's ok, the packrat left me a diamond ring and a real old dime." The ring was a half carat and the dime looked brand new but it was a 1910 D. We got so we'd put stuff on the ribbon hanger and the packrat would leave us stuff. Eventually, she got all her ribbons back. But that's not what I'm here to talk about. The house was fine but the kitchen was never "comfortable" It always had an off feeling to it. We could cook there but not sit and eat. We always ate in the diningroom. The main house, built before 1870, had a cellar but the kitchen was a more recent addition and was on stone columns with a crawl space. I came home from wotk and she said..."you need to check the crawlspace. There's some animal stuck under there. I've been hearing scrabbling noises all day." "I'll do it Saturday." "Nope, you'll do it now!" I crawled under the porch and opened the crawlspace access and shined my flashlight all around, no animal and no noise, I did see a raised pipe or drum top with a metal lid and a pipe coming out but cut off...like a well that's been abandoned. I got a REALLY weird feeling and crawled out and left the crawlspace door open...just in case. She was satisied. So, we're asleep and there's a general weird feeling flooding the house, we both woke up and it's like a fog is coming down the hall from the staircase. "OK OK OK I'll check the crawlspace again in the daylight." The foggy feeling went away. I armed myself in the morning and crawled back under the kitchen again. I went over to the metal lid and took it off and shined my flashlight down the well..a skull grinned back up at me. The sheriffs department tore down the kitchen and cleaned out the well and we had to move. The body was from the 1890's and it was a missing teen.

I was just saying... After the range .. We went to Soccer Taco to watch the match. She wasn't very happy about the hour or the condition

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