JD_Shellnut

Thank you for your kind welcome, sir. I may have been unkind with my comment on Damned Yankees (some of the younger folk may not realize there’s a difference between the two), and, several of the wiser and much, much more seasoned members did well to clarify the point with their replies…and it dawns on me that I should too. I apologize if I was rude, and to generalize an entire population of people by a single term is never a good idea, yet I have done so. I ask forgiveness and beg your pardon, sir. What I should have said, and will go on the record now to say, is that I’m ok with Damned Yankees (not Yankees) who wish to come to Tennessee (or anywhere below Mason-Dixon), so long as they leave their Godless, unchivalrous, pompous, greed driven, hate fueled, anti-American, liberal, sissified, dishonest, and now “woke” way of life/beliefs behind them when they come here, because that ain’t how it’s done here, as you have undoubtedly come to appreciate in your quarter-century plus of living here, sir. That is what I should have said in the first place, and again, I’m only qualified to speak on my feelings, but I can attest right here that I personally have spoken with many, many Tennesseans who feel the exact same way. So many that I’m starting to get confused, really, as to why these Damned Yankees “flee” their despotic home states, where they see the oppressive result of the aforementioned ideals, only to come here to for sanctuary and immediately start trying to push the same garbage on all of us! If this is what they want then they should all go the hell back to where they came from! Unless, of course, they’re coming for the express purpose of making Tennessee just like where they came from, that is. Sir, all ranting aside, I thank you for the nice welcome, I really do. I am truly sorry if I was offensive and admittedly I made a mistake by generalizing. I didn’t come here to make enemies, and I don’t feel for a moment that you see me this way at all, but rather I consider you a friend because you have caused me to better myself, if that makes any sense. I should be more clear with what I write and I’m going to strive to do better. Going back to your post, I agree with you 100% and appreciate you looking to “keep the place as you found it” by moving into a home instead of building. I do understand that people have to put a roof over their head somehow, but I like the ideas that you have on the issue. I believe it to be greed, plain and simple. If there aren’t houses to accommodate all the people pouring into our state, then send them the heck on elsewhere! Seriously, here where I live in Sevierville, you go to the pharmacy to get your medicine and end up standing in line for an hour only to get told they ‘ran out’ of your medicine and to come back tomorrow. You go to the grocery store and all your favorite things have been bought up by someone else. I have the unfortunate circumstance of now living in a neighborhood that has an HOA because a bunch of the imports got together and voted one in! They see my neighborhood as a retirement community because they’ve retired and moved down here…but many of us are still trying to raise a family and they seem to have forgotten all about how hard that can be on your finances. I’m really starting to lose my patience over it. I’m waiting for them to try and tell me to take down the Stars and Bars….that ain’t going to happen.

I just love those big, meaty Colts! Look at it this way, should you happen to miss (an actual snake, not the 2 legged variety), you will have at the very least created a new home for the snake to live inside…..that is, until a family of bears decided to move in! What a beauty you have, sir! I have always wanted one, but can never save the money long enough to get one as I invariably seem to end up buying something else once I have half the money for the Colt! Yours looks well taken care of, I might add.

What a beautiful specimen! Looking at her elegant lines and sultry curves reminded me of the guilty feeling I got as a boy when I first stumbled across the ladies underwear section of the Sears Wish Book! Naughty! That is a naughty lady you have there!

Amen to that! Certainly a much smaller risk of encountering gang violence there, although I have encountered quite a bit of crack in the deep woods…just about every time I have to hike behind my Uncle Fatty. I’ve begged him to wear suspenders. I grew up on a farm over in Morgan County, and, although it was seriously lacking in the aesthetics department, I found that carrying around a simple over/under .22/.410 combo very handy as a critter gun. I’m not going to profess this will dispatch a wild boar, but it’ll make enough noise to discourage it from hanging around for very long. Ya know, it takes all kinds to make the world go ‘round. I see good points everywhere I look on this forum. Y’all’s some very good folk and I’m just happy to be amongst my fellow Tennesseans. I really can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be!

So that by the act of killing said snakes, they are then rendered into a state of no longer possessing life, thusly transforming them into creatures that, being once alive, are now in all actuality, deceased. Speaking only for myself, one man, yep, that’s really the best I can come up with…I need to kill a snake because that’s the most efficient way to make them dead. With it dead and all, I no longer have to worry about coming up on it…well, you know, alive. Now I realize that snakes keep the mice and the rats killed off, and that’s great…but so do cats. My wife took our kids and stayed with her folks for a whole week back in our fifth year of marriage (many moons ago), and all because she saw a snake in our basement. Big ol sucker too! Now, guess how she reacted when this hungry momma cat showed up at our door? Yep, took it in and fed her - she became part of the family for nearly a decade. We never saw another critter after we got her, either. So, speaking only for me: snake=unhappy wife & unhappy wife=miserable me; whereas: no snake=happy wife & happy wife=very happy me PS I was just having fun there at the first, I really hope it’s as obvious for those who read it as it was to me when I wrote it, but this doesn’t always manifest itself as clearly as I would like sometimes, due both to my overall lack of skill as a writer and the loss of inflection and tone that can change everything when speaking. I was going for a laugh there…the rest was the complete truth as I lived it.

These little ungrateful hooligans have found their way to a new home where they’ll be loved, cherished, and hopefully fired from a rifle at 2000fps! Thanks to all for their consideration….perhaps there’ll be more to follow soon.

Indeed so, Mr. Miller!!! Let us look to Hebrews 4:12 for a quick reminder of just how sharp is our only offensive weapon, the Sword of the Spirit; the Word of God (Eph 6) You have sharpened me indeed this night, sir!

I would part with some from my tub o’ backup mags (unopened) of my backup mags (opened). Thing is, I ain’t really close to ya… I’m on break so check you back later if interested friend.

Best wishes to you my friend. Be patient and what you’re looking for will pop up out here somewhere!

Thank you AJ, sir, and I truly appreciate the opportunity to be among so many like-minded individuals. I wish I had acknowledged this kind welcome message much sooner than now, as it truly is an encouragement and a delight to receive them! Please understand that I’ve become a victim of my own overzealousness with trying to get underway as a participant - haha as a result I find that I can’t remember which places I’ve made posts!

Thank you so very much, sir. I truly would’ve never been able to put that together on my own. Gosh, I also feel like such a dummy that it didn’t occur to me at all that you were only seeking to purchase from an individual (truly, I only wished to aide you in your search) but, of course that is why most of us are here in the first place! It’s the way purchasing firearms should be in the rest of this country; hassle free. Thank you again, truly, for both your kindness, and your patience with a new member - I will not forget it sir.

I’ll give this one a try, since it’s got just as good a chance of working as any of the other suggestions (I made a funny!), possibly. Without knowing any more details about how the phone is set up, I can only offer up some generalizations, but the culprit is likely the browser settings on your phone. Try clearing the history, cookies, cache, etc. I’m just going on an assumption that you’re using the included, default browsing app for the iPhone (if it’s even is an iphone…I’m deducing this from your mention of having an iPad, but certainly isn’t a given), which is the Safari browser. If clearing those didn’t help, try downloading/installing an altogether different web browser from the App Store on your phone and trying that (and use only default settings)….if you find that you can login using chrome then you’ll know for 100% that it’s one of the settings (security or privacy, perhaps) within Safari that’ll need to be changed…then you can narrow it down by comparing the settings for the working browser until you find the culprit, afterwards you could uninstall the second browser that you used for testing, or keep it if you like, whatever. I hope this helps…if you find that you still have an issue, maybe do a reply where you give some more details (the devil is always there!) such as phone OS, browser app, whether or not this has always been the case, are you unable to login to only this specific site only, are you able to login but just cannot post, have you tried it on a computer and if so did it work….there are so many variables that, if known, can literally be a roadmap to follow straight to the issue.

Thank you for that little nugget, sir.

I joined up here hoping to offload just enough stuff to convince the wife to stay with me but I find myself so anxious about screwing up that I cannot bring myself to post anything for sale….well, that and I can’t bear the thought of parting with any of it.

Fellas I just can’t explain to y’all just how much I’ve enjoyed checking in throughout today, Resurrection Sunday, and reading these great replies…and, speaking as someone who spent two decades reading posts but never speaking, I know that there will have been many others who will have received edification simply by reading what’s been posted by you others! I sincerely thank you as I have truly received a rich, rich blessing from you; I needed it so very badly. Bless y’all! Those fellers who left Scripture for us, I thank you especially as God clearly told us that His Word never returns to Him null and void (excuse my paraphrasing), and that’s something that literally has my arm hairs standing straight up right now; that’s POWER, brothers! I honestly hope that everyone had a great and wonderful Easter, and, though we go back to the old salt mine tomorrow, it’s my genuine desire that the joy of this glorious day energizes us all as we labor on through the week. I truly feel like I’m going to end up with some good friends for life here among my like-minded fellow Tennesseans…y’all have a great week!

Hello there. I believe I’m too new yet to be able to send a message to you, and I apologize, but I wanted to say there’s this great shop up in Indiana that offers the style revolver you mentioned at a super price and quite regularly. The are pd trade ins and they have new offerings 3-4 times per month and what I really like is they only charge you like 15 for shipping and zero tax (on ammo, mags, you name it) , I’ve purchased over 200 used Glock mags from here and I’ve had about 6 ever that had some sharpee markings on them but all 200 have been perfect quality and condition, as have been the four trade in Glock handguns I’ve bought there as well. i was shocked (and altogether suspicious) the first time I bought one of the used firearms, as it was a Glock 19 g4 with the night sights listed for $445. After entering FFL info I paid a total of $460 and I picked it up 3 days later and I honestly thought they had made a mistake and sent me a brand new one due to its condition (a q-tip ran thru chamber was clean!)….so much so I was overcome by guilt/anxiety and called to speak with them to make up the difference. They assured me it was no mistake and that most of them are traded in just like what I had experienced. I’ve been hooked every since. https://www.recoilgunworks.com/police-trades Its just a suggestion, of course, and forgive me for intruding on your posting, please. PS What does “bump” mean, used in the previous posts above? Does it just mean “still accepting offer”? I truly don’t know for certain.

Hadn’t heard that term in an age! Do you reckon Darwin had anything to do with the creation of this ‘game’? Sure went a long ways toward demonstrating the “Survival of the Fittest” paradigm, from what I remember. A little girl down the road from me when I was a kid got to wear one as a hat; very much so against her will, as y’all might guess. It penetrated the skull and must’ve nestled itself into a section of her brain that controlled her speech because thereafter she had a very pronounced (no pun intended, but enjoyed all the same) speech impediment, but was fine otherwise. Those things were literally missiles in the hands of unsupervised children, and an accident waiting to happen. Was there even an actual “game”? All we ever did was see which of us boys could throw it the highest.

The Stone that the builders rejected…. ‘The Lion of the Tribe of Judah… The Root of David… The Word of God… - Thank you so much! It’s wonderful indeed to read y’all’s words this morning and I just thank you so much. I know beyond doubt that there will always be those here that have yet to bend the knee to Baal…and what an encouragement that is to hear today! Oh Happy Day!!!

I’ve just came in from looking at a spectacularly beautiful moon on this cool night and it just give me the chills. I thought of how silent that night was when the Lord lay in that old stone cold, borrowed tomb…His pierced body lay there just biding the time until He took it up again - and looking up tonight at that big bright moon I wondered if ol Satan was celebrating, truly believing that he had actually won, and did he hold that title deed to the Earth up and shake it in defiance? ………. Tsk tsk tsk! That pride, that fallen, wicked pride! After the pride…then the fall! Boys, when that sun rises this morning, I’ll be waiting for it! Wooo I’ll be waiting for it! Oh brothers y’all KNOW Jesus was a waitin for it! That stone was rolled away and He come on up outta there! Oh Death! Where IS thy sting!? VICTORY! VICTORY! Who is worthy to take the scroll, to break the seven seals on the title deed to the Earth??? The Book of The Revelation of Jesus Christ answers this in Chapter 5 (aka “Rev-layshuns Five” to us hillbillies); Rev 5, v1-14 Read it and weep! I sure did…still weepin over what I read in that teeny chapter! Tears of joy! Old Scratch will be weepin too, after that scene, oh but them tears are gonna be bitter tears of anguish and resentment. He thought that he could rise above the Uncreated One and he failed. Good. Come up the sun! It’s Resurrection Sunday today and I feel like shouting to the mountains, and since they’re in my back yard, heck why not? I’m new here to the site and I’ma trying to get my posting in so I can be an active member/contributor because I’ve got a bunch of ammunition and some guns that I’m going to hafta part with, much to my utter chagrin I might add. I make no apologies for what I’ve written, because it’s what I believe and it’s what I have written on my heart - corrupt, blackened, and shriveled cholesterol pump that it is! My heart. Mine. This old boy! I’m not trying to tell anyone what they have to have in their own heart because that is your prerogative. If what I just wrote offends you, well, feel free to flame me, but it won’t do you a bit of good (plus I might not sell you some of my reasonably priced pew pew, either) because I’m not going to engage in any back-and-forth…I just ain’t gonna. We’re Tennesseans here and we should all no better’n that kinda foolishness no how. I just wanted to share how I was feeling with my new friends and now I’ve done that. Whatever this very special day means to y’all, I sincerely hope that you have a wonderful time of it…maybe it’s with your family, your friends, your pets, but however, what ever, and with whom ever - I just want to wish everyone that EVER reads this (even if it’s deleted after one read by a moderator): to YOU I say Happy Easter! I hope that it’s a wonderful day, a safe day, and a special day! I hope it’s just the greatest and I mean that.

Hey there fellers. I’ve had two metal detectors for about 5 years now that I bought for the kids and I don’t think they ever touched them again, despite both of them each finding a silver dollar in our back yard! Yes, it’s really the truth…I should know since I’m the one who ‘buried’ the suckers. Go figure. They’re currently buried under a bunch of crud in my garage but I can still see enough of them to tell you that they are bright yellow in color with a display that says “Ground EFX” (or possibly vice versa) in raised lettering just above the display. There are several grey buttons that run along the bottom of the display which I believe they’re used for kinda tuning it. I got them at a pawn shop but I can’t remember if I paid $5 for them or a couple hundred….but, knowing myself, I would place my bets towards the cheap end of the scale. Does this sound familiar to any of y’all…so far as recognizing them is concerned? I let a friend borrow one of the for a weekend that lasted 2 years and when he finally returned it he told me that he never got around to using it! Hahaha at least he brought it back I reckon, not that I’ve used it either though…but I’ve always wanted to, and still would if a decent opportunity were to present itself. I’d love to find some minie balls from a battle site or something neat like that. Gosh wouldn’t that be something! Heck, maybe I could give these to some of those folks mentioned by Mr. Freedom in the previous post - the ones who have the will but just not the way? Unless they’re just a couple of yellow turds, that is (my equipment, not the folks), because the last thing I’d ever want to do is make things harder for them when I’m trying to help….although I’ve been known to manage even that before!

Why thank you, sir! Thank you very much indeed. When I saw your avatar, at first (and being altogether ignorant about horse breeds), I thought perhaps I was gazing upon the very horse that belonged to one of the greatest Generals ever to grace this land (and my very favorite), the much beloved ‘Little Sorrel’. I realize my mistake but would love to know whom it depicts, both horse and rider, if you’re willing to indulge me, please. I admit my knowledge of horses are quite limited to the aforementioned, the indomitable ‘Traveller’, and ‘Bucephalus’, haha. I’ve always sought for quality over quantity, as I’m sure you probably picked up on! This place is great - I’ve so enjoyed he interesting topics and knowledgeable contributors as I’ve been devouring the older site content over the last week, and have certainly been impressed by the kindness and fellowship that’s been expressed from others since coming aboard! Thanks ever so mych

Greetings to you, sir, from all the way over the other end of the state! Say hello to the mighty Mississippi for me! I’m glad to meet you!

Greetings! Savannah is a beautiful little old town - especially there by the river! I’m new here as well and would like to say hello and, with such an interesting background, I look forward to hearing your insight, especially those regarding your area of expertise/experience! Best wishes

Thank you, sir. My first job way back in high school (that didn’t involve hay or tobacco) was at Dollywood in 1991. I lived in Walland at the time, but could make the drive into work in 25min, and that was during tourist season. I live in Sevierville now and can’t even come close to that. I realize that might sound like selective memory, lol, considering the amount of time that’s passed, but it’s one of those things I’ll never forget, thanks to my good old Dad, may God rest his soul. He had argued with me that I was driving too far for work, and gave me the ultimatum that if I couldn’t give him a call from there within a half hour from the time I left the house, then I would need to find other employment…so when I called him at the 25min mark from the Showstreet Palace, he relented. As an aside, I would like to make a suggestion to any parents of young drivers that might read this: I do NOT recommend challenging your children to such an ultimatum! Dad obviously overlooked the error, but I was highly motivated by the seemingly endless selection of beautiful young ladies there at work, and would’ve pushed my tired little old car well beyond its limitations in order to keep that job!

Thank you, sir. Nice to meet you