There are days that call for relaxation with a few of your favourite things. Taken from my patio on just such a day. Gurkha Yakuza, trusty brass Zippo with butane insert, Ruger Blackhawk 45 Colt, and fresh brewed hot coffee in a real man mug.
So, what are the rest of you doing to kill the stress?
"All that the South has ever desired was that the Union, as established by our forefathers, should be preserved, and that the government, as originally organized, should be administered in purity and truth." – Robert E. Lee
Cut up veges for a kabob meal later. Friends Jim (we just got back from NV elk hunt) and John with wife and grand daughter. Fresh elk tenderloin and backstrap plus-
If you are talking about the Blackhawk, no, it is unloaded just keeping me company. My 1911 is on my hip, condition three, where it lives almost all the time I am wearing pants.
Not stressin' at all. Watched my Oklahoma State Cowboys beat the Ft. Worth Christians and set up a bedlam game for the conference championship.
"All that the South has ever desired was that the Union, as established by our forefathers, should be preserved, and that the government, as originally organized, should be administered in purity and truth." – Robert E. Lee
My bad habit is just Diet Coke. Sipping on a cold can, and snacking on a slice of home made beef jerky. Perusing the load manuals. Got some home grown pork chops thawing out for dinner. Working on some 100 gr loads at reduced velocity for the grand daughters 25-06. And killing time at the 'Fire.
I worked enough this week, fuugg it, I took Sat off.
People who choose to brew up their own storms bitch loudest about the rain.
Met with a really neat character that's been waiting and wanting to show me an "old Marlin, in 44 caliber", that he had no real idea as to, regarding correct ammo, or nuttin' else. ....Been walking on air, and feeling good after fondling it at some length, the owner's bright, and does not want to part with it,....or have it trashed by some hack that buys "Cowboy Loads" from bargain basements.
BEST part of the encounter is that it's likely we'll be able to trace the old beast right back to it's original lair / ranch, and get serious territorial days provenance.
*'87 model in .44 WCF,.... * Almost pristine and VERY shootable bore, yet an exterior that SCREAMS, "I was here, in the SW, and saw ALL of it".... *Screws are trashed,...the thing's been dismantled and re-assed with Bowie Knives, fencing pliers, and Cafe spoons. *Mesquite thorn Pommel and Wagon Box wear that is impossible to mock up, or replicate *Really slick and tight in the action *May well be, hell, most likely rode in Sonora during that little disturbance that blew by when it was young. It'll be over for a check up, and re-commissioning (need some 44 WCF brass) .....will be taking some photos and post em'
Warm Sun and some cool beers made the afternoon smooth, and left us grinning
Member, Clan of the Border Rats -- “Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.”- Mark Twain