Actually this photo is more for the slummeister. As it shows my trailer house( which did get a coat of paint this past summer. Look close at blue tape still on window frame. Is that White Trash or what?), AND my beautiful, bountiful garden!!!
Be picking green beans is a few days, Slum!!!
White trash is a state of mind!!!
You got a bonepile out back with all sorts of old wood, pipe, gutters, satellite dishes, fence posts and such too?
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
We like to keep things light and entertaining. I'm running out of steam here though. 53 pages on my phone. Beave said this thread would be good for 12 pages.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Not sure how I missed that thread Beave, you did some good work there. It's really too bad the problem persists. He's definitely the lead whacko but there are a few others almost as bad.
Wished I was good enough with any handgun to hit a rabbit at handgun hunting distances.
"Handgun hunting distances" might be defined many ways.
handgun hunting distances: close enough to smack em upside the head
handgun hunting distances: no more that about 36 inches
handgun hunting distances: about from here to there
handgun hunting distances: about as far as an old man can see (see first def.)
This fugger almost had powder burns.
Chasing doe puzzy didn't work out so well.....
Not quite as close for this fella. About 13 yards. He walked up on me right after I finished lunch and decided to glass before grabbing my pack and starting to walk again.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Wished I was good enough with any handgun to hit a rabbit at handgun hunting distances.
"Handgun hunting distances" might be defined many ways.
handgun hunting distances: close enough to smack em upside the head
handgun hunting distances: no more that about 36 inches
handgun hunting distances: about from here to there
handgun hunting distances: about as far as an old man can see (see first def.)
This fugger almost had powder burns.
Chasing doe puzzy didn't work out so well.....
Not quite as close for this fella. About 13 yards. He walked up on me right after I finished lunch and decided to glass before grabbing my pack and starting to walk again.
I need to shoot one of those one day.
One time calling coyotes on a buddies ranch in Idaho, I had a pup come in so close and hot, I ended up swinging my rifle over and firing off the hip at (no shït) 2-3 feet. I damn near missed low, and he was in the air when I hit him as he was on his last leap before landing on me. I basically gutted him with that bullet like you'd do to a deer. A cut straight down the brisket and belly. He ran 30-50 yards and his entire gut sack fell out.
Talk about heart pounding excitement. Kind of like when a fatty takes your bait.
I used to shoot with a guy who shot silhouettes and steel with handguns. His were built on Remington bolt-actions, XP-100s, with Leupold long eye relief scopes.
Almost more like short-barreled rifles without a buttstock, with a rest hitting a 12" plate at 500 was easy.
Actually this photo is more for the slummeister. As it shows my trailer house( which did get a coat of paint this past summer. Look close at blue tape still on window frame. Is that White Trash or what?), AND my beautiful, bountiful garden!!!
Be picking green beans is a few days, Slum!!!
White trash is a state of mind!!!
You got a bonepile out back with all sorts of old wood, pipe, gutters, satellite dishes, fence posts and such too?
Nope, not anymore. I hauled all that schidt off. Once I figgered out I’d never use it.
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Actually this photo is more for the slummeister. As it shows my trailer house( which did get a coat of paint this past summer. Look close at blue tape still on window frame. Is that White Trash or what?), AND my beautiful, bountiful garden!!!
Be picking green beans is a few days, Slum!!!
White trash is a state of mind!!!
You got a bonepile out back with all sorts of old wood, pipe, gutters, satellite dishes, fence posts and such too?
In the dirty south, we call that the “gulley”.
Throw that chit down in the gulley. Carcass, tires, old Philco tv. Wurshin machines.....
Dave
�The man who complains about the way the ball bounces is likely to be the one who dropped it.� Lou Holtz