Edge

2"+ since this came out and snow/rain forecasted 6 of next 8 days.

7 miles north of Morristown and its raining again.

Bring your dredges and high bankers, the San Domingo is running this morning. The wildflowers are putting on a show for the Arizona public.

In 1964, a guy could walk into the local Montgomery Ward and put a Springfield 30-06 on lay-a-way, for a dollar leaving a $40.48 balance. Here's the proof. Was given a box of old Weaver scopes Sunday, , model 330 and K 2.5. The receipt was in the box. Perhaps the K 2.5 was to be mounted on the .06? Looked at the 1964 Montgomery Wards catalog to see if maybe the Springfield in question was a sporterized M1903, but the closest thing advertised was this Enfield for under $23.00. Those were the days...

I remember when I could fill up my gas tank for $100

44Sp 100 new Remington $35 Primed 9mm brass from estate sale. Polished and resized..12 cents each. Buy 250 or more, .10 cents ea.

. 44SPL brass SPF

Used Pacific Chrome .41 mag $35 New R-P 30-06 unprimed. $25 per 100 Used 30-06 once fired various headstamp $15 per 100 M1911 US .45 Holster. $25

Brass SPF

Was in the Fall/Winter catalog...

90496 3 hole turret loader with 45ACP and 44Mag dies. $125

Last call

Ttt

Ttt

This 760 was dad's first new gun, bought it in1952. The Weaver variable 1.5-3X was quite the bomb 70 years ago. We've taken so much game with it, its nicknamed the 'Meatpole.'

My '95 F250 has the I beams and an incredibly smooth ride for a truck. She just went to the garage last night, I suspect a dead HPOP. But at nearly a half.million miles on the beast, I can't complain.

Is that an enfield?

This old Ford commercial touting its twin I beam suspension came to mind. Can't beat the old pickups.

Ttt

I'll part with 1k No plans for T town I know of.

Far N valley but I drive into mid phx once a week.

I saw a neighbors pit bull chasing my horses and was punted like a football by my grey, H.E.L.L. B.EA.CH mare. But no.one hurt. Told my neighbor what happened and he needed to keep the dog home. We talked again several days later when the neighbors pit bull had gone missing.

Narcissist is a big butt word, I'm not one. But for me, never admitting I'm wrong proves I'm right all the time! Just a point for me, hopefully the daughter drew a cow hunt.

.19 Calhoon