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Awesome, I've been like a crackhead looking for a fix waiting for it!!!!

Sammer-at this time my better half and I have 5 days off next week. 2 days or driving and hopefully 3 days of hunting Smart deer.

Dober

Dober, glad to hear you're finally gonna hunt a mule deer....grin!


And good luck hunting!

I hope you have a truck load of fun hunting them " Smart Deer "

AKA Mule Deer.

This is really nothing new; I suppose "the greatest running back of all time" or "the hottest chick ever" might get equal or greater run time on whatever blog.

If you know from experience, consider yourself blessed and non-responsive, if you don't know for sure and desire an audience, well there's room for that too.

I guess if threads were meaningless they wouldn't mean so much to so many.....a good portion of the populace didn't like Obamacare, but got it anyway.

A colleague and I were discussing the role of subjectivity in objective thinking, and found that we agreed. He told me of this experience �

In a morning session, one of the science profs pronounced with finality that subjectivity had absolutely no place whatever in scientific discussions.

During a scientific discussion in one of the afternoon sessions, the same science prof leaped to his feet, leaned over the table, and was wagging his finger in the face of the other science prof whom he was loudly disputing.

My friend � a music prof � tugged at his sleeve. The guy stopped in the middle of a sentence, looked down at him impatiently, and snapped "Yeah?"

"Would you say," my friend asked, "that there's no subjectivity in this scientific discussion?"

The science prof went as white as a sheet, suddenly speechless.

The threads go on and on because they satisfy the
human need to blither.

... I shall blither,
We have blithered, He is blithering.

He is a bli.... nevermind.

Regards,
Michael
SW.VA.

....Because there are so many choices today in "everything"....from cartridges to scopes to bullets,to rifles,etc.,and there are only tiny ,fractional differences in the performance parameters of so many of them;whether we are talking low light performance or,or killing effectivness,or whatever the criteria..

Not like the old days, when you had Rem 700's,Rugers,and M70's;there was the 30/06, the 270,and only one 7mm Mag,and a couple of 300's......and all bullets were Speer, Sierra, Hornady, or Partitions;for scopes there was Leupold,Weaver,and everything else......today, Peterson's Hunting has a special "Deer Gear Annual".Merchandising rules the day,and it takes $10k worth of high tech shidt to whittle down a starving forkhorn...or so many would believe.

Today,all kinds of stuff is available that are minor variations on the originals....just enough differences to fuel the debate as people look high and low for better mousetraps....and talk about them.

Ken, your story reminded me of my favorite Henry Kissinger quote:

"University politics are vicious precisely because the stakes are so small." - Henry Kissinger

Good shootin'. -Al

A "Yes" man is a mirror to one's self.
You are responsible for what they think and say.

After 5 pages, I guess we don't have any "yes" men here. That's encouraging.

I completely agree. No, wait, I completely disagree. Ah, should I be agreeing or disagreeing with you? Help me out here.

It's too early in the morning for this type of discussion. I think I need another cup of coffee. I think that would help, don't you?

As noted in your signature line, yes, the .30/06 is the perfect cartridge. That's why I don't own one. I like to make things hard on myself. It has to require a Class D die or full custom before I'm completely miserable.

Dissociative. Uncoordinated. Hypomaniacal. Some people around here need to get out more.

Men that have a third testicle often brag, but are generally shallow. For the majority that only have two, claiming to be a �polyorchid� will liven up any conversation. Rarely will you be asked to prove it�

Ode to a Testicle

The doctor said it's mystical
The nurse was ever practical
My friends were always cynical
I have an extra testicle

In school they called it magical
The tailor called it tragical
The girls all had a festival
I have an extra testicle

The jealous called it miniscule
Their thoughts so very clerical
It's all so very medical
I have an extra testicle

A few have said it's radical
And all have called it laudable
It's totally symmetrical
I have an extra testicle

Stephen Redgwell
-1998

Thanks for injecting a little culture into this thread, Steve. Very little.

I think the Answer is called-

BOREDOM.

Gun writers have been writing about those questions (some who thought they could answer those questions) since long before the internet existed.

Like this thread?

Have to include my favorite thread,

"What is the best load for my 300 Smackemdown?"

If the attention whores would ask themselves the question "why am I posting this", and actually give it some thought, then over time we might not have to wade thru so much shiit!

Thank you. I try. Here's something for all of you to ponder. A ponderous pondering.

Imagine Not Having the Internets!
copyright 2007 - Stephen Redgwell for the Mouche Noir Nugget

Imagine that you wake up one morning and the Internet doesn't work. It's not temporarily down. It's gone.

No one is surfing. No more message boards, email or chat forums. No online gaming. No one is swapping information on the World Wide Web. Online banking is gone, along with online shopping and easy homework assignments. Google is toast. Ebay is just another bad memory (I kind of like that). Bye bye blogging. No one is checking out the latest porn, movie reviews or kinky-cam sites. Downloading the latest cheats or fixes for games, satellite television or computer programs are a non-event.

Those of us that managed to survive before computers, satellites or data uplinks might be temporarily inconvenienced. Anyone under forty would be at their wit's end.

The world has become dependent on broadband, firewalls and the Web. Economies would likely nose dive. Wars would revert to a more primitive form. Governments would declare national emergencies. New age Luddites the world over would be celebrating - sitting in front of huge bonfires, beating drums made from animal skins.

Okay, it would be foolish to wish for an Internet meltdown. And I certainly don't pretend to know how badly life would suffer, but stories like this aren't real or practical, right? Since this is my fantasy, indulge me for a few minutes. Just remember, despite what might be said from here on, you don't have all this, this...technology...whatever it is.

I'll cut you one small break - computers still exist. But instead of being the fun and useful tools of today, they are what they were thirty plus years ago - expensive, complex and physically huge machines. What's that you say? No fair? Hard cheese! The computers in my fantasy are not found in anyone's home. They are found only in universities and government offices, where they started.

So, you wake up in the morning and turn off the alarm clock. You shower, get dressed and have some breakfast. No need to check your email - there's no such thing. Your favourite webboard doesn't exist, nor do any chat rooms or blogs. There's no such thing as a cell phone or a Blackberry. You will actually have to interact with people today!

You cannot quickly scan any online news services, weather sites or broadband radio stations for information to help with your day. Whether you're off to school or heading to work, the only news you'll get is from the car radio or the newspaper that some kid delivered to your door at O dark thirty, tr�s early this morning. Oh yeah, you didn't wake up early enough to read any of it...

You arrive at your destination. Once inside, there's no need to turn on any electronic devices. You may have an electric typewriter and a desk phone, but that's it for high tech. Anything they expect you to write will actually have to be written...you know, in ink...If you're lucky though, you will have a secretary to take dictation. All your ramblings will be reproduced on 17 lb. typewriter paper and returned to you for final inspection and signature.

If you don't have a typewriter, essays and reports will have to be written in long hand, on lined paper, using ink. Mistakes in spelling or phraseology will be bracketed and a line drawn through them. It might look sloppy but that's how it's done. When you prepare documents with a pen, no one has time to re-write entire pages again in case of mistakes! Just watch out that you don't smear any ink!

After work, you have a bunch of errands to run. One of them is to go to the bank and cash your paycheck. That's a small piece of paper someone hands out at the end of the week. There are no auto-deposits. You have to go downtown or to the mall and queue up with the rest of the people that got paid too. When you finally wade through the line and get to the teller, she'll pull out a paper card with your name and account particulars on it. Her job is to make any notations about your deposits or withdrawals. She does this in pen, slowly, and stuffs it back into the file. Jeez, I hope the bank doesn't catch fire!

You leave the bank and hop into your car. Oh look, you need gas! You pull into the Exxon station and some slow kid comes out to fill it up. That will be forty dollars please. You were just at the bank but did not withdraw enough money, so you have to use a credit card. He takes your plastic, walks back into the station and fills out the slip. He returns after a few minutes with a small clipboard that has the slip, a pen and your card on top. You sign it, get a copy and go on your way. Hmmm, that can take a while when the place is busy!

You need groceries. You dash into the store and load up the cart. Once again, you stand in line at the check out. You don't have enough cash in your wallet and have to write a check. These places do not take credit cards. If you and the people in front of you in line are smart, everyone will completely fill in the check except for the final amount. Well, that's a great idea in theory, but in practice it never seems to work out. The older person talking to the cashier is dutifully writing in her check book, but is having difficulties. It seems she forgot her glasses and doesn't know whose name goes on the front...

After all that, you arrive home, carry the food inside and flop down on the couch. You read your (snail) mail, start supper and maybe watch some television. If there's nothing good on the box, you could play some cards (solitaire maybe?) or phone a friend and try to convince him to come over and play a board game with you. Maybe you could read a book. Nah, you'd have to go down to the library and sign one out. That's too much work.

Like thousands of others, you�ll just read the morning paper that you didn�t have time to read at breakfast, and fall sleep in the chair...