Madmark

Last November I hit a buck with my Jeep Cherokee while doing around 70. It totalled the Jeep. I ate his heart and backstraps that night, and got a really sadistic pleasure out of the whole meal! Then, a few weeks later, we are visiting the kids in Canon City Colorado for Christmas. Around 10 PM I'm taking my stepson and grandson home, when a large Muley buck runs into the roadway a couple of carlengths ahead of us. A woman in a Nissan hits him solidly and swerves left into the median, I swerve right into the shoulder and stop to make sure she's OK. Well, this buck gets up after getting whacked at around 40 MPH and starts running madly towards the drivers door of our new Subaru Forester! Just before he T-bones me, he leaps in the air, comes down on the hood of wifees car, and does a "Starsky and Hutch" slide across the width of the hood. The stepson and I are in shock at what just happened, when we hear the grandsons tiny voice proclaiming from the backseat: "FLYING REINDEER!!" So let this be a lesson: He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty or nice; Then Santa's gonna sic his attack reindeer on you!!! So be good for goodness sake! The wifes car suffered only a small chip on the bottom of the windsheild, and some paint damage, and the deer was never recovered. But we got an amusing tale to tell every Christmas.

"Eye of God", and "Cool as Hell"! No pun intended I'm sure!!!

Brown recluses are also known as "fiddle-backs," because of the violin shaped marking on their backs. The first year I moved to Wisconsin from Kansas, we had found both types of spiders in some of my vehicles. Seems they hitched a ride. I haven't seen one since the first hard (-30) freeze!

According to the old "Foxfire" books on backwoods wisdom, the treatment for the bite of the Black Widow is Alcohol........Taken internally! When I was 13 I was bitten at a friends house while rummaging through a scrap pile for some bicycle parts I needed. I didn't see what bit me, just smashed it, got my parts, then rode 2 miles to score some beer. Halfway into the trip I started getting winded and dizzy, and feeling weird. But I was on a beer run, and did what I had to do. I found a willing adult to go into the circle K and buy me a 12 pack. When he came out and handed me the bag, a Mesa police cruiser pulled a U turn and hit his lights. We scattered, but the cop chased me, for 2 miles! I was going through peoples yards, alleys, parks, schools, parking lots; anywhere a bicycle could go that a police cruiser couldn't. By the time I made it back to my friends house, I could barely breath, as if someone was squeezing my chest. I ditched my bike, started chugging beers and trying to catch my breath. My friend got a flashlight, and I lifted my T-shirt and found a large Black Widow smashed on my belly. I figured I was going to have to show my Mom, which would have meant being grounded when she smelt the beer on my breath. So I reasoned, if I'm gonna get grounded for bieng drunk, I'm gonna be plenty drunk! 7 beers later, I felt as good as I could, and was able to ride the 8 miles home with absolutely no discomfort. It seems the alchohol counteracts the poison, and it works like a charm! Just make sure your Mom doesn't find out!

No, No, NO! (LMAO) I didn't mean it like I had another mans GUN in my hands, I meant it in the female sense, like another man's wife, or, I mean, err, uh..... nevermind! I'm getting older here, gimme a break!

For my birthday, I was very, very naughty................ Blame it on a mid-life crisis, or whatever. After all of the help, advice, and comaradery I have recieved from my friends here, I stepped across the line. I feel so cheap, and so dirty; (and I will probably be pulled back to the error of my ways.) Yesterday, I packed my bag, and left my wife at home...... Maybe it was simply a matter of convenience. But I made my way to a little club just outside of town...... where I............ I, Allright, I Shot IHMSA! Try not to judge me too harshly. Practical shooting will always be my first love! But everyone slows down a little with age! I went just to watch, and found myself with another mans gun in my hands. By the time I moved to the turkeys, I knew I went too far. I dropped 4 out of 5 half scale birds at 75 yards. Then I managed to drop 7 out of 10 rams at 100 yards. By then, I was hooked. If ya'll don't want a weak willed, two timing shooter hanging around here, I'll understand. But in my defence, I will be shooting my old Para 38 super open gun till I can afford a contender! Anyhoo, thanks for the B-day wishes!!!

My wife has had 2 Foresters. The only complaint I can muster is that the drivers seat is always too far forward when I get in! Her current one is a 2002 base model. Not very comfortable on long cruises, but 30mpg on the highway with the AC on is nice. We will definately buy another.

The cement board alternative is called Hardi-Backer, or Hardi-board, or something like that. It works easier than the cement board, but the cement board is the strongest, and actually gets stronger in wet environments. Epoxy grout is a wonderful product, but is a major pain to work with. It is much stiffer than traditional sanded or unsanded grouts. Make sure you match the grout to the tile. 4x4 tile has 1/8" spacing, requiring unsanded grout. Do a web search, maybe the Home-Time web page, or some other D-I-Y sources and see what you can't learn. Have fun! It always feels nice to be able to say you did it yourself. Also, get at least one quote from a professional, so you can tell the wife how much money you saved, and how you deserve that new blaster!

Absolutely hilarious!

When I moved from Kansas to Wisconsin I bought a 69 passenger school bus from a neighboring school district. I stripped the seats, bought a couple of rolls of 24" metal flashing to cover the windows and a couple of load bars, and loaded it to the ceiling. I hauled over 8000 pounds in it, and pulled a loaded pickup weighing almost 8000 pounds. It was slow, but cost effective. When I got to Wisconsin, I sold the bus for more than double what I paid for it. That's one option for you.

Try breaking up a few alka seltzer tabs and using them for bird feed <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Why didn't I think of that?????

I hate Pigeons......... I have two 44x80 metal buildings, and the only place they perch is over the freshly washed car, over the front half of the hood of my truck, over the new mower, or over my four wheeler. No pigeon crap anywhere else but on something I drive. I hate that my shotgun skills are so poor that 7 shots didn't down one pigeon. I hate that my barn cats have decided to peacefully coexist with my pigeons. I hate that the pigeons are out there now, crapping and laughing. If I get reincarnated, I hope it is as a pigeon! I hate having a Dal that is so pretty she makes me tell everyone! She is quite the chick magnet, although I hate that I finally find a chick magnet that works after I get married!! I also hate that Jeeper underestimates the cunningness of the "superior" Dalmation. I will rest easy knowing that she is watching my back. Should anyone try to harm me, she will take them down with the dreaded spiked chinese purple ball of death, which disables it's foes with a hidden squeeking devise known to cause insanity!

Hey Jeeper! My Dalmation is prettier than your Dalmation! Ya gotta hate that!

My biggest rushes: 1. Outrunning my headlight at night doing 130+ mph on my crotch rocket. Seeing something at the limits of my sight which turns out to be a herd of deer crossing the road. I pass through the herd still doing over 100.(the last time I went over 80 at night.) 2. Being 3 hours away from home, and getting a telephone call from saying my business is on fire, with most of what I owned inside (and uninsured...). The fire dept. saved most of the building, causing me to be grateful enough to join the dept. Leading to more adrenaline. 3. Recieving a fire page at 3:00 AM, and realizing it's my sisters mobile home that is completely engulfed. (everyone was out, but they didn't report that when they paged us) 4. Large wildland fire, fighting the fire from the edge of a ravine, when the wind changes direction. The flames engulf the truck within milliseconds. Everyone gets smoked, nobody gets hurt. Thirty minutes later, a lightning strike hits within 100 ft. of the truck. We were ready to run home at that point! 5. Being dared to repeat something I shared with our church elders. In front of the whole church........ My first experience with public speaking, and probably the biggest and scariest rush ever!

I'm even skeptical about buying anything there that comes in a can. I sent my wife into our local Autozone for a bottle of automatic transmission stop leal / seal conditioner. The transfer case in my new (to me) Jeep Cherokee was getting it's fluid changed and the seals were seeping ever so slightly. This transfer case calls for Dexron tranny fluid. I know this, and have owned several. Well, two employees give my wife the "dumb woman" treatment. She calls me almost in tears because the clerk won't even help her look for the seal conditioner. If the seals are leaking, he says, they need replaced. And if the seals are shot, the transfer case is probably shot as well. Probably because someone ran tranny fluid in it, instead of gear oil like all transfer cases are supposed to use. So I get on the phone with the manager, who is the second person helping her. I ask him what his experience is with the New Process 242 or NP 231 transfer cases. He asks me what year make model it is for. I tell him. He looks on the computer and confirms that it takes tranny fluid. By now the wife can see the look on his face change and hear him start to stammer. She can only guess what I am saying to the idiot. I follow up my coversation with him by having him tell my wife to just come home, as she shouldn't be second guessed when she comes in for a specific product. I hear him tell my wife my exact instructions, and then apologize to her. Then he comes back on the phone and asks if there is anything he can do to help me further ......... No thanks, I say, you've helped me plenty for one day. Evidently Autozone sends their employees to "Superiority 101; how to be an automotive expert without ever getting your hands dirty" Every Autozone I go into seems to be the same. I too am a NAPA fan. They will do whatever it takes to get you the right parts. They stock better quality parts as well. In the early 80's, Chapparell Auto in Mesa AZ ordered me a set of thier parts calalogs. (several catalogs the size of a Sears Roebuck catalog.) This allowed me to find parts by components used, instead of by year/make/model. I would just call in a part #, and the next morning they would have the correct part ordered and ready for me to pick up. This made buying parts for my fleet of International Harvester pickups smooth and painless. They even called me for I.H. specific questions, as ordering parts without a copy of your "line sheet" could be confusing to everyone involved. Sadly, the "old time" counter person is going the way of the horse and buggy. At least you can still find some at places like NAPA, and some CarQuest stores. And don't get me started on Wal Mart's "Automotive Technicians"

I am sympathetic to your views, and they ARE politically correct, but on the other side of the coin: 1: all firearms (and the cars used to get us to our matches) produce smoke 2: firearms in general are banned from most sporting events, and you'll probably not see referees and umpires shooting, either 3:the R.O. in question was most likely a volunteer, and to tell him he's not on his own time and has to leave the range between stages to smoke does not seem fair to him. 4: true politically correctness (is that a word? ) would dictate that shooting events are not beneficial to anyone, not necessary, and should not be happening. I'm not trying to start a flame, but smokers are being pushed outdoors everywhere like second class citizens, and if we no longer have the outdoors....... I feel smoking is like farting, and those of us that do it, should try to be kind to those of us who don't. And vice versa!! Can't we just accept other shooters flaws, and stick together as a group? I'm done smoking my cigarette, and can go back downstairs and rejoin society now!

I too would advise you to save up and buy a Dillon (from Brian, of course!) You get what you pay for, and if you ever decide to get out of reloading, you can sell your Dillon for practically the same price you paid for it. I have 2 RL550's, one set up for 9mm, 38 Super, 9x21, and .40S&W. The other is set up for my 7mm Mag. Absolutely bulletproof. (no pun intended!) Dillons dies are top notch as well. I had a Lee "pro" turret press with all of the upgrades. Had it for about a month . Being able to set the Lee and the Dillon side by side for comparison really made the Dillon look good. I have had problems with the Lee collet dies, and if their dies require tuning, their presses do too! They are inexpensive, (and cheap), for a reason. I have a Hornady/Pacific 366 Shotshell press that I bought used, and needed powder throw bushings and a powder dispenser. Hornady replaced them no questions asked, at no charge. I am very happy with the design and construction of Hornady's Products. But Dillon is still #1 with serious shooters for a reason!

Sig Lady, You seem to be awful protective of your peaches..... Is there something we don't know? Merlin, This manuever probably works just dandy in a dojo against someone in that stance, wearing pajamas, with no training at all. However, most men wear jeans, and lead with their left foot. Kinda complicates the books perspective. Not saying anything bad about martial arts training, but I don't think your sensei would advocate that manuever in a streetfight. Raz-o's take on the manuever is more realistic, as it doesn't try to teach kneeling during a fight. That said, look at the pictures again. Are they not worthy of the humor forum!?!

I bought a farm not 20 miles from there. Maybe that explains the stack of paper bags the former owner of my farm left at the end of the row of calf stalls.

ROTFLMAO!! Mental note to self: Beware of ninjas singing "really love your peaches gonna shake your tree!"

The manuevers name seems appropriate enough, because: A: one would have to have the intelligence of a monkey to drop to his knees for a grope during a streetfight. B: it seems it could only be successful on someone extremely slow, possessing only the lightest of fuzz below the navel! Ya gotta love the ninja suit though.

One piece Tungsten in my P9 open gun, custom made by BrianH. Factory Stainless one peice rod in my Witness L-10 gun. Soon I will have Brian make me one for it, too!

I sell on E-bay, and I love you both!

Jeff Maass has an excellent site for 9x21 loading data. Jeff Maass page It is geared towards open guns. Be sure you pay close attention to OAL and powder charge weight, work up to any listed load, and always chronograph any load for the 9x21. Different guns make different pressures, and there is plenty of pressure in the major 9x21 loads!

Part of the advantage of being a gun-toting female..............No one suggested birthday spankings!! 94 years old, eh?