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your computer controls the entire system...if it's not getting fed...nobody gets fed. "If momma ain't happy...nobody's happy"

I only play Wolfenstine #D...I know it's old...but there's a website where you can download over 300 full 60 episode games and I don't know how many partials. Google Mr. Lowes Wolf.

Mike...I'll tell you a secret...If there are two ways a woman can take a remark..I GARENTEE! you she'll pick the one that makes her feel bad! My wife is constantly fishing for compliments..but she always takes what I say to mean what she "feels"...and she don't feel good about herself.

I've been noticing this below the line tag: "A fairytale starts Once upon a time...a fishermans story starts out..This is no bullish/+" Cpt. Phil Harris Baja's stories just start

Yes Mike. http://www.tngunowners.com/forums/curio-relics-black-powder/56875-mosin-nagant.html page one is the before..page three is after

"Well, we'd be losers, 'cause we would be just left with bows and arrows." - Piper Palin (age 7) on gun confiscation. Piper...If you have a bow and several arrows I know where you can get a gun. If only the police have guns, you have a police state and they become the enemy of the people. In a police state the police become puppets of the masters.

Five or six years ago I found a place that has "single use" red oak pallets..to give away.. Four foot by 10 feet. I bought a couple three 2x4's and slid the 2x4's in the pallets and bolted three pallets together. WOW..I have a 10x12 floor,deck, whatever. I set it on blocks and leveled it. I built four 4 post 2x4 stud walls and nailed them to the deck. I took more pallets and cut them so they fit in the studwall holes....Nailed them on. Board and batten to fill in the cracks. Took an old ARROW shed 10x12 metal roof and put it on top...Well, what do you know, a shed for my junk. It's mostly oak. My mother in law liked it so much she had me build her one. Well...I just thought...how about building another one and making a sauna only build it short so it's like a Cherokee sweatlodge only "constructed"...I haven't done that yet..but I think about it. The pet store down the street gets their fish shipped in insulated boxes...One inch thick fiberglas insulation inside plastic (Vynal) bags. I could staple that to the inside of the shedwalls and cover it all with billboard tarp. I'll bet it could get really hot pouring water on redhot stones set in a disc like farmers use to break up the clumps after plowing. Set a box frame and put some old asbestos siding on the bottom...fill the box with sand or firebrick,,,set the disc on the sand...hot rocks from a fire...you could even grill on the fire to keep the codes guy off your back...anyone wanna try it? (The shed I built for me was fun...I'd no idea how it would come out. The shed I built for my motherinlaw was "work")

Ask your wife to consider a weekend camping trip. Tell her she can go if she likes. You don't even have to leave town...most places have a camping site for tourists passing through. I'm SERIOUSLY considering building a 10x12 pallet floor in my backyard and pitching a dometent on it. I sleep best outside.

Stabbed works too. A knife used in anger is a slow bullet. "Here lies Chugwater Slim. He brought a knife to a gunfight." Carved on a gravestone in Chugwater Wyoming. Cutting yourself by accident isn't included. Getting stabbed by someone with "intent" counts.

During digs in Montana, cicada holes were one of the things we included in our site maps. The dirt (in our case, sand) is the same color and consistency through it's length. Some holes were 30 feet deep.

Maybe it's California and 6PM...we should be so lucky

If you want the truth. the whole truth and nothing but the truth...google it. Wikipedia says the original non chromed "chamber" corroded like mad.

My Moisn came out so nice I think I'll do my SKS

Yup...worse than loaded guns

Well..the potluck is off...the wife decided she's too crippled up to go...I made 10 pounds of polish sausage too...I know what I'm going to be eating for couple of days...I believe....I be;ieve...I believe I'll have a shot of rum.

Oh man...don't tell that to the Baptists...

If it's not cooking don't let her eat...feed the 18 year old sweetie next door instead. She's had the hots for you forever!

They've been before!

Joining can be as simple as cleaning an unloaded gun...See...it's still about getting shot!

Complaining?...the parties were on her floor! I was trying to study! I will admit...she turned 17 as a freshman at Montana State..graduated from HS and later college with a 4 point. She has two kids...divorced...hates her job and lives in the same as town as her mother. She is tiny...size one feet...when she buys "dressy clothes" she shops in the pre teen girls section. She has 99 pair of shoes...if she buys more she takes a matching number of shoes to Goodwill (she has been known to return the next day to buy them back) She lied on her first DL application. You have to be 5 foot tall in Montana and she said she was 5'2". After the deed was done she's just renewed or lied her way through getting a license in a different state. She was in the classroom across the hall when a student went nuts in Fergus County High School and started killing teachers and admin staff. Having grown up around me he knows what a gun sounds like. I'd like to say she was heroic and did cool things...but she hid in the teachers wastepaper basket. She has never gotten over it. The way the state handled the students after the shooting is presented to Student Psychologists as the worst way you can handle that kind of trauma.

My daughter and I went to college together...We even lived in the same dorm...She on third me on 5th. Life got VERY interesting.

I missed my ride to Yellowstone National Park...mom flat left me at home. She was gone two weeks...She said..."Well..the house is still standing...the dishes are done...the lawn is mowed, the trash is out...just one thing...WHERE'S MY HI FI?" I pointed straight up...I don't know how it got on the roof...but it did.

I brew...I have 'shined but that was so long ago I'd forgot. I adventure in my mind...I have determined I'm not going to die in my hometown or even home state. I know folks who were born, schooled, married, (divorced) worked, retired and died within 20 miles of the birthplace..to me, that's a wasted life. There is so much out there...this country of ours is so big and so great, I'll never tire of what the USA has for us. I love my country...I don't trust our government.

I skydived...once...never again. I scubaed...before all the licensing bullpucky. I fly fished until I got so good at it that I knew I'd never get any better and quit. I hunted until I walked up on a whitetailed buck eating apples under an apple tree. Close enough that he didn't try and run when he finally saw me...the look in his eys was..Oh poop! I'm dead. I started to cry and haven't been since. When I walked back to the fence...a good 300 yards from the tree...he was still standing there looking directly at me. I built crazy 4x4 vehicles. I had the only 351 Cleveland powered 4x4 Falcon stationwagon. I built my first blackpowder rifle from a ford 3/4 ton rear axleshaft...they have a gun drilled 1/2" hole...a bunch of files and a downed maple tree I cut a slab of wood from for the stock. I had no idea what I was doing so it took 4 years. I never got to shoot it. I sold it to a collector who thought it was a pennsylvania long rife about 1770...even after he bought it he used it as the centerpiece of his huge collection. I toss atlatl darts. I've scrimshawed, leatherworked, smithed, loved my kids and my wife...hiked all over the mountains in Colorado, Wyoming, Montana and South Dakota. I peel tipi poles for fun and usually give them away. I blackpowdered in Montana, and Wyoming...won some shoots..lost some. Rebuilt old Volvos, Vegas, Mercurys. Sailed since I was 9...owned my own sailboat...Now I sit and complain about my joints...and that's a hobby too.

The only real wisdom I have is this: Life's lessons are learned by the survivors. If you did something that killed you...let's hope that someone learned "you don't do that." I don't have a porch...and my livingroom is just trails through my wife's junk. But I thank you for the compliment. We could all bring dirty guns and clean them in the carport.