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I’m your Huckleberry...
There’s a saloon in Tombstone calling my name... or a whorehouse in New Orleans 🤣
My buddy sold his gun store and is leaving the gun business and I had cash in my pocket. He’s a really colorful guy and this was one of his carry guns at the shop. Action job with springs and two sets of grips LNIB. Ruger New Vaquero in .357/.38.
My buddy sold his gun store and is leaving the gun business and I had cash in my pocket. He’s a really colorful guy and this was one of his carry guns at the shop. Action job with springs and two sets of grips LNIB. Ruger New Vaquero in .357/.38.
Re: North Carolina teen will not be charged in fatal shooting of mother's abusive boyfriend
Sad a kid had to go through that. Thankfully the dirtbag died and can’t hurt anyone.
cpj
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Re: Justified shoot or not........Stand Your Ground FL Law
But.... she and he were illegally parked! The cops weren't around!
SOMETHING HAD TO BE DONE!!!!
SOMETHING HAD TO BE DONE!!!!
Re: Walmartians
Every morning there's a lady who walks her bulldog past my house. I'm a porch-sitter drinking my coffee and when she comes by, she's always wearing just a long clingy t-shirt and nothing else that I can surmise. She looks like an olympic volleyball player. Tall, lanky and not an ounce of body fat. I don't need to go to walmart.
Sorry, but I can't tell you what color her dog is...
Sorry, but I can't tell you what color her dog is...
Re: Ocasio-Cortez refuses invite to debate, compares offer to catcalling
Wambli Ska said:Just saw a video where she could not articulate an answer on who Nancy Pelosi was. But, maybe that’s a good thing?
I suspect there are times Nancy Pelosi could not answer that question!
Re: Tinder....Etc. America Really Is Doomed.
My wife was in her last year of medical school when we met. She was actually working in the ER when we met. She didn't have kids of her own and there was no "baby daddy drama". I had my sons, and I give her so much credit...she came on and raised them like they were her own. She is mom. You'll never hear "stepmom" in our house.earlyagain said:My ex-wife left ten or so years ago. I have sence devoted all my time and resources to my son who was just three at that time and I have no interest in seeking trouble, drama and tribulation on line. Being a Dad is a full time job.
My oldest son is just shy of 30 now, and my youngest son is 26. They were both little guys when their mom passed. I was a single dad for 10 years, so I can definitely empathize.
Funny story...My oldest came home from college one weekend and he had 5, count em FIVE huge bags of laundry in the back of his truck. He came in, toting all those bags, and my wife and I were in the breakfast nook drinking coffee and she said "What'cha got there Matty?"
"I thought you could do my laundry mom".
Without missing a beat my wife said "You know I'm not your real mom right?"
I damned near spewed coffee all over the kitchen.
Re: The most embarrassed you've been while hunting
I was mule deer hunting in the Sierra Nevada's with a relatively new hunter. The plan was to sit on a ridge about 100 yards apart facing opposing sides of the ridge. as we climbed up to the desired spots, there was a blond-phase black bear digging at the base of a tree. Since I was leading, it was my shot. The wind was in our faces so the bear was clueless of our presence. I kneel down, steady the rifle, and Boom!. Wait a while and check the spot where he was digging around. No blood. Hmmm...wait a while longer and start following the direction the bear went. No blood anywhere. Spend half the day looking for any sign that the bear was hit. Little did I know my friend shot video of me kneeling and shooting, which included the bear running off. Hours later, he shows me the video. I'm pissed and embarrassed about the obvious miss captured on video. After the hunt was over my "friend" decides to send the video to all of our mutual hunting buddies. I begin getting teddy's in the mail. Greeting cards with bears on them. One AH sent a fake bear skin rug with a note "hope this is a reasonable substitute". This crap lasted well into the following hunting season.
CaliFFL
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Re: Florida man at it again
You see for many of us, especially those of us who have put in over 10 years building and participating in this community, few of the members here are strangers. Many of us have met face to face and some have developed important and lasting friendships that extend far beyond this little corner of the internet. It bothers us because this place has been an important source of support when things are tough and one of the first places we run to brag when things are good. It is far far more than just a place to argue with strangers on the internet. To many it is a community and extended family. That's worth fighting for.BAMAAK said:Or maybe don't have so much sand in their **** that little stuff like words typed by a stranger or a male belly dancer doesn't bother them all that much? I get it but I don't let it bother me since well, it's the internet. Very few here are the same in person as the words they type here. Just like the rest of the internet.cpj said:What I unfortunately neglected to say in my rant was, those who don’t believe there is a problem, are part of the problem.
Sorry Zorba, just using you as an example.
Edit to add that if I've upset anyone here with my words, I apologize but I promise I would have said it to your face as well.
Go With Your Gut!!!
I don't particularly like morning fishing. I much prefer the last two hours of light. But this A.M., I woke up at 4:30 and thought I should load the kayak on its cart and walk down to the lake. So, knowing I was stupid, I did it anyway.
I was on the water 45 minutes before it was light enough to see anything. I let the yak drift in a gentle breeze and just went along for the ride.
It was so quiet, a flock of about 20 ducks, all with heads tucked under their wings, allowed me to drift almost into the group before they slowly paddled away, no alarm, just discretion.
Once it got light, I put on a bait I've never used. A black and blue Senko, wacky rigged. I hit the end of the lake and let the yak drift along the shoreline as I threw the Senko for about an hour. Caught a couple 10 inch bass and had a few little bites and runs, but nothing of any size.
I don't really know why, but I decided to change the bait - and then hesitated. I'd never used a wacky rigged Senko, but I'd heard they were popular, so in the end, I decided to keep it on.
My next cast snagged on a rock. I positioned the kayak and flicked the tip a few times and it came loose - and then "BAM" the line started running within a second of it coming loose from the snag. Set the hook and the fight was on.
Not my biggest fish, but a respectable 20.5 inch, fat large mouth. No idea what it weighed, but I'd say at least 4 + pounds.
Believe in the Guiding Hand.
Released the fish, pedaled to the put in spot and went home for breakfast.
I was on the water 45 minutes before it was light enough to see anything. I let the yak drift in a gentle breeze and just went along for the ride.
It was so quiet, a flock of about 20 ducks, all with heads tucked under their wings, allowed me to drift almost into the group before they slowly paddled away, no alarm, just discretion.
Once it got light, I put on a bait I've never used. A black and blue Senko, wacky rigged. I hit the end of the lake and let the yak drift along the shoreline as I threw the Senko for about an hour. Caught a couple 10 inch bass and had a few little bites and runs, but nothing of any size.
I don't really know why, but I decided to change the bait - and then hesitated. I'd never used a wacky rigged Senko, but I'd heard they were popular, so in the end, I decided to keep it on.
My next cast snagged on a rock. I positioned the kayak and flicked the tip a few times and it came loose - and then "BAM" the line started running within a second of it coming loose from the snag. Set the hook and the fight was on.
Not my biggest fish, but a respectable 20.5 inch, fat large mouth. No idea what it weighed, but I'd say at least 4 + pounds.
Believe in the Guiding Hand.
Released the fish, pedaled to the put in spot and went home for breakfast.