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Sorry, got off track..

Plastikkas and FFII's are made for each other.

Plastikkas are not to be despised either�.

I have read that the Mark X mini mauser's need no mag mods to run the heavies...True or heresay?

I think I'm going to empty a BUNCH of partial boxes with my new Ruger American Rifle 223 today.

I think I have almost every combination known to man loaded and ready to go. My room is full of 1/2 empty plastic boxes. It could be my new form of load development...

FWIW,



the one that is on this 223 AI I've had on various rifles, including a 7STW. I've owned it about 15 years and it's still going strong. Owned at least a half dozen others. never had a problem with Burris scopes.

Best,

GWB

Pennance for derailing the thread too long....

CZ topped with a FF II with dots that has been around a while, and a pile of dinks it accounted for this year with the 55 gr TSX FB.

Well, I thought maybe one last duck shoot was in the pooch.
Alas, I was too optimistic.
Dark. Wet. Windy. Perfect.
She was hacking on the way to the blind.
Tough walking in mud....she keeled over.
I thought that was it.......and hated my selfish self.
She lay there for a minute and kinda recovered.
We were nearly there, so I got her to the blind.
She was excited..........then the flight started.
She was alert and trembling as ducks circled and came in.
She would turn and look at me when they would land and nothing happened.
I knew by then that there would be no shooting today.
It was over........her last hunt had arrived.
I had known it was close.
It was closer than that.




We made it back to the rig slowly, stopping now and then, so she could rest. She needed a little help to get into the front of my truck.

Whiskey..........

Dogs are much better people than people are.

I'll tip one for her too.

Damn 'slave, I will raise a glass in that fine dogs honor. I've been on a couple of those "last hunts" I carried a Brittney home over a mile and a half many years ago......left a Browning A-5 on the ditchbank...that could be replaced.

It's amazing how close we can get to our animals.

+100

Slave....sonofabitch I feel your pain.

slave, I too will tip a glass tonite, to honor another Hunter, Home from the Hill.

Damn�..

I knew that. We're all physic here on the BTE. And we're only serious when we're not.

Caught a few Blues myself...nothing will make your scrot shrink like having one of those big phoucs slam your bait on the inside rigger. Hey Zeus, them things are big! And then there's the Bluefin Tunner.

Tunner, BTW, I'm not talking about YOU, so relax.

Anyhoo, Tunners are fun but them phoucs can sure as chitt put a bend in a 130# class rod. And hurt your drag. And your back.

Too bad you don't shoot Marlins. I guess. My little 80 year old '94 still chucks .25-20 bullets very well.

BD

The poem, authored by Gayl Jokiel, reads as follows:Walk with an Old Dog

Because you will not be forever,

Hope against time I may,

I paint your picture in my memory,

Eyes blue with age, muzzle gone grey.

Because you walked with me in springtime,

Puppy-clumsy, running free.

As you grew older we grew together.

You became part of me.

Because you shared with me my sorrows,

Not understanding, simply there.

Often spurring me to laughter,

My friend, you know how much I care.

Because the years have slowed your fleetness,

Though your spirit is still strong.

I promise I will take more time now,

So that you can go along.

Because you do not fear the future,

Living on in the now,

I draw strength from your example,

Yet time keeps slipping by somehow.

Because the day will soon be coming

When I will no longer see,

You rise to greet me, but in my memory,

You will always walk with me


Salud!


Best,

GWB

Damn, that thing is sweet......

Well, I gotta run. Have to clean out the mini-van and haul the tow-heads to soccer practice. Later. Sorry about the dog, 'slave.

An echo here....melancholy abounds.

Kilt my first deer with a Model 88 and a Burris. Good rig, got stole.

My second Burris was an epic belly flop, wound up in the trash can.

I discovered Leupolds and El Paso Weaver K series scopes about the same time. They rock. Millet red dots are hot....in the swamps.

Had a few other oddities along the way. Lyman, Redfield. Only thing put of that herd I held onto was an Unertl of about 16X and a 1.5" objective. Phuocin' thing is awesome....