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If you guys are so importand, where's your guards?

They drive circle track at Newport

That would be shylocks...the home of reasonable guns

I want a teacher who is current with reality...that said...+1

Take him up in the mountains and tell him, "Daniel Boone walked here." Or Cade's Cove. Fort Dickerson in South Knox. You could show him Oh Shoot!

My, My ,My! you could walk down that muzzle with your hat on and not knock it off!

The pinto motor and Dagenheim trans weighed nearly the same as the Vega 4 with that absolutely ridiculous tran that GM built. The Chevy V8 was another 200 pounds over that stock suspension. I didn't have to change a thing in the suspension. The olds 215 weighed 5 pounds more than the Vega 4 and you didn't have to do nasty things to the suspension but I wanted mileage. Naturally I wouldn't leave the Pinto 4 alone so it ended up with an Eslinger head and a weber carb.

Duck hunting...now that's another story all together. You take a big piece of black visqueen and spread it on the ice in the crick behind the house. Then you cover the edges with snow. From the air it looks like icefree water. The ducks see it and circle down to land on the water...but it's not water...it's slippery and they go head over heels tumbling. A few break their necks and that's the ones we ate. I hate pellets in the teeth.

My landlord in Wyoming said "David, I have a prairie dog problem..you're welcome." Hunting P-pups with a flintlock is kinda grusome but at the time it was fun. You shoot. and there's a red mist where there was a dog and all the rest are back in the holes...By the time it's powder, patch, ball and prime they're back up. P-dogs are very dangerous to cattle and horses and they carry some wicked diseases...and they taste awful. When my son got his 10-22 the landlord bought him a brick of 22's a week. Then Hunting season came around and I got three whitetail, two muledeer, an elk and duck license The whitetail was one buck and two does. Muley was either sex. Elk was either. I hunt with a .50 flinter only. Flintlock gives the animal a real chance. More chance than a compound bow. We ate every thing...all indian style butchered...I used obsidian knives I knapped, no cutting across bones. The hides were braintanned and I made shirts, clouts and leggins, and dresses with that. I even went to the hide buyer and bought from him to get enough hides. My nextdoor neighbor butchered a steer every fall and I helped for the hide and one backstrap and the tendons. We had a lot of deer killing by the state. Whitetail deer climb up on the haystack and pee on it...the cattle won't eat the hay like that so the state had "hunters" who shot the deer and hauled them in for the prison and the state hospitals and the orphans. The Californicators moving into the neighborhood objected to the state paying for it so my landlord and his kids killed the deer and dumped them in a gulch. The californians down stream objected so he used up all the water in the creek for irrigating. The courtcase cost the californian complainers literally millions ( the state had to defend the historic right of first use law) and a lot of them moved. Oh...one of the things the cali people objected to was his drilling for oil...they hated that.

When I was 33, we moved from Tyler Texas to Sheridan Wyoming. The first year was awful. No one would "neighbor us." On the day we'd been through an entire year the neighborhood all stopped in and introduced themselves. "You made a year, you're native now." When we left Texas it was a beautiful 75 degree day: east Texas spring with all that that involves. Amazing smells and vibrant color. Somewhere in northwestern Kansas it started to snow, but we kept on. The snow let up as we crossed over into Colorado. (When I roadtrip I get a big US map and draw a line between the place I'm at and the place I'm going...it doesn't matter what the roads are, as long as there's a road close to the line I take it. It makes life interesting and we see things you miss on the "freeway.") It was actually pretty weather from Casper to Buffalo Wyoming ... however, if you've ever driven it you know it's not a pretty drive. After a while the sky gets to large and the mountains are 100 miles to the west but look like they're just over the ridge. The Hills here aren't mountains...In Wyoming they loom and they're stark and "Rocky" and huge. The freeway wasn't finished between Buffalo and Sheridan but we needed to go up (down) 87 anyway so it was ok. We were driving past Story when we saw a Pillar up ahead thad a sign the said "Fetterman Battle Field." This absolutely meant a stop. As we were reading the bronze message, there came a feeling of disaster and death that wouldn't go away. This was a real battle with real indians and real soldiers and it wasn't so much a defeat but a victory for the good guys. 87 soldiers lead by a "new pointy" who had no clue how to fight indians and was so arrogant as to brag he'd be right back with the scalps. (Scalping was a French thing...the Indians didn't do it until the French were getting paid per scalp: proof they'd killed a "pesky redskin") Letters written by men still at Fort Kearny described the sounds "Like someone beating pots with a hammer and then silence...no one came back." We looked down the slope at the sparsely rocked slope and thought about it. Looking just a few yards west were parallel grooves in the grass, Wagontrains cut those grooves. Even though it's April it's cold and there's a lot of snow to the west. We're right up against the Mountains and the wind is very chilling. It's downhill from the Fetterman Monument to Sheridan and Gene (you remember Gene) lived just off the highway south of town. A sample about snow. We went for a drive out west of town past the new watertreatment plant and out the road heading for Dayton. Just a little side road but the map said it went through...kinda. About 4 miles out we came around a corner and had to stop. The county had a backhoe and frontend loader knocking the ceiling out of a snow tunnel. The plows are like big rotary fans that blow the snow out of a pipe and pile it up on the side of the road. It gets pretty deep (In the fall they add extensions to the road side markers. 12 foot added to the 6 foot ones already there...the reflectors go at the top. ) The snow had blown over the south side pile and created a bridge over the road. The backhoe was knocking it down and the loader was pushing the icy chunks off the road. (people have died in the tunnels so they have to knock the ceilings down.) The snowbridge was a good 1/4 mile long over the road, and it was APRIL! The frontend loader driver noticed our Texas plate and stopped to talk to us. "If you were local we'd let you through but that Texas plate tells me you don't know how to drive." We had to go back, which meant a backup of about a mile until we got a turnout so we could turn around. We found a like minded church and met some people and one of them and I really hit it off. When he found I had a 325 hp corvette motor in my Chevy truck we spent hours discussing cars. He said he really liked the Vega body style and once a week he'd drive the alleys in a different part of town and locate non running or older cars. I started riding with him. Eventually I owned 13 Vegas ... and a running but wrecked Pinto. I paid more for the Pinto than any of the Vegas...Twenty Five bucks. One thing led to another and instead doing the popular swap putting an Olds 215 aluminum block engine in a Vega...I put the Pinto in the Vega. This is not my idea of an easy swap, but it ran great. My objection to the Pinto is the weak doors (and the overall styling) and the Vega has an AWFUL engine but the swap only cost 200 bucks including both cars and some parts and welding. The Vega is a real beaut as far as styling so I had a great running great looking car for my wife to drive. Oh...it was what Chevy called a Panel Van..the best looking of a great looking series. It's like a station wagon with no side windows behind the doors. Real cute. Great little grocery getter. She was pretty popular with the highschool and college boys. Really nifty car, a real attention drawer. Highway stripe orange...used real highway paint too...that stuff lasts forever! My wife got a job in Lewistown, Montana and since I can do siding anywhere, we moved. A few months later we went back to visit my friend. He said I had to go with him and look at something...we went to a new junkyard and lo and behold, all my old Vegas were parked in a line. I had asked my buddy if he'd find buyers and he could keep the money. Junkyard time.

Climate Change will destroy England. Just like last time....Ice Age coming up.

I was living in Montana when they abolished the speed limit. What they went to was "reasonable and prudent." Problem is...you go off the road in a violent snowstorm driving 5 miles an hour and you were going too fast to be prudent. 5mph might be reasonable but you ran off the road and that's not prudent. Then there's the multi millionare who had a corvette built to be safe at 200...and proved it in court. He flew in experts from all over the country and completely blindsided the prosecution. Jury trial."Not Guilty" The state reinstituted the limit law soon after.

Howdy Shoot...neighbor Hey...that wasn't you shooting up by the football fields last night?

When you go to a "new in the neighborhood" used car lot...make sure you check the car you're looking at for flood damage. That's where lots of cars are coming from these days.

it's what you're going to get...I'm really close to John Tarelton and I'm ready to shoot anyone busting down my door....What ever happens..the first one through is dead...no matter who it is.

Near downtown. Pretty close to Sutherland

I went back to Shylocks today...Both Chinese T53's are still there...one is a 1955 and it's in AWFUL shape...the other is a 1955.2 and it's pretty The awful one would probably give a fella lockjaw if he scratched himself on the bayonette...really rusty. 99.99 +T&T The other is about 149 + Had a pretty nasty SKS too...ill looking green plastic stock. I didn't even pick it up. We went there looking for a Tokarev TT33 or a Yugo M56...nope.

I made it through 5 minutes.."You have to watch this...it's important," said the wife. Ok...I watched... half. Well it's what she said...You half to watch this!

I built my daughter a .36 cal BP rifle when she was in the 6th grade. I still have the stock here somewhere..I'll find it and post it. It's tiny because she's tiny.

my back has been mowed once...never again. my yard is smaller

I'm not a Texan...but I am Daddy to one.

It's the hair in my ears...they're connected.

Patsy Cline for me...and Eddy Arnold. Cattle Call

She's not gone...she's still alive. As long as she's alive and can sponsor cheesey junk...we'll have to put up with her.

I remember when bluegrass was country. You can always tell if it's new country...the rythmn guitar changes chords 8 or more times in a song.