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Incredible man. I haven't read the book yet but it's by Ms. L Hillenbrand, author of Seabiscuit, should be an inspiring read. Hollywood and the left has got to hate her, she keeps finding and writing about American heroism.

Why did the chicken president cross the road? He crossed in order to play golf and attend fund raisers.

Thats why i mentioned Vickis daughter,she'll probably be here this weekend if you want to come over and yammer at her

Mike, Is that AZGF magazine available online? Remember meeting Vicki over at my house? Her step daughter is the AZGF liaison to land owners in region 5. Her take on it is to bring more private lands into the draw by offering incentives to ranchers such as tags and land management help to maximize feed available for wildlife (fewer cattle).

I couldn't get the video to play. Years ago I was climbing up a steep, rocky hill near Wickenburg. Heard a strange hiss and circled back down a few feet to look and there were two of them in a nest they had made in a rocky crag. They came out and read me the riot act for lookin at 'em and chased me down the hill. Don't think for a second they are slow and lumbering, they have a whole higher gear when needed and have an interesting method of gliding down steep hills while paddling with their feet. Lots of them around Lake Pleasant.

It's a most welcomed atmospheric border surge. The NOAA bureaucrats responsible for determining the monsoon takes place on a specific date and not by natural atmospheric conditions have been reassigned by the WH. They're now helping the IRS search for missing emails.

The suspense is killing me, lets see what ya got

Snapshot, "..felt like the bed was moving." Remember that sensation? I was in the Nisqually Quake and numerous others in WA and AK. I saw the Nisqually Quake approaching; was on the east end of the FT Lewis tank range, which is a prairie. Saw distant trees shaking and then the earth rolling like a giant rug being shook out. Was about 20 miles from the 6.8 epicenter. On the humorous side, an old timer I was with lost his balance in the quake and grabbed on to me as he fell, pulling my pants down. Felt like I was in a Laurel and Hardy skit.

Kinda what I said, had a camera at a remote water hole and in 18 hours got 150 bird pics.

We should get it sooner, remember what happened with my highly anticipated camera.

Bunnies are often dumped after the Easter season.

Have a box nearly full my father in law gave me, I bet these are hard to find. 130gr +P Supers FMJ American Eagle

He won a lot of paint halter futurities

I'll ask her..thanks.

I've never cared much for ranges. I remember having to go there in the military and looking in awe at the holes from errant rounds placed everywhere and in everything. Some bullet holes looked like they could have only been achieved by some shooter on LSD, standing on their head and pulling the trigger with their toe. And this was all while a range master supervised? But much of the state is under a fire watch and I got a new Kel Tec P9 and a box of shells staring at me from the shelf. The little lady just inherited a .38 pistol and hasn't shot it yet. Last night, she gives me her poutiest face ever and says, "If you loved me, you'd take me to Ladies Night at Shooters World, Friday." She's right as always, hehehe. A drink afterward at our favorite watering hole...hmmmm? Come on shooting range, Friday. .

We're ready, too.

Rock on, Sammy!

Ammo is now spoken for. Happy, happy plinking, and I wish I had the 1911 .38 Super in my collection.

Welcome, Kevin

Trey Gowdy, now he is awesome!

When we were kids, we saw Elmer Fudd setting traps for Bugs on tv, using a box propped up by a stick with a carrot attached, so we gave it a try. Traps were always later found tripped with a thank you note inside from Bugs and our carrots half eaten (we had a mean teenager down the road whom delighted in torturing us little kids). Parents taught us not to be quitters, so we kept setting the traps. One day, lifted up the boxes and there were two Fleming Giants under there. Wow how did those get there (parents playing a trick on said teenager)? Folks told us to go down the road and show off our bunnies to the teen, IN HER FACE! Unfortunately, the adults didn't teach us kids how to safely handle Flemish Giants beforehand (these bunnies were as big as us and better armed), so on the way to the malcontents house, the rabbits nearly chewed our arms and faces off and made a serious attempt to disembowel us with their hind feet. By the time we got to the teens door, we were bloody and shredded, having turned loose the prized bunnies.

R12 and mule flatulence are of equal concern to tree huggers these days.

There's lots of R12 for sale on CL, or you could don a disguise and slip into the shadows of Backpage.

For a slightly zestier dish, harvest the nuggets while the bear is hibernating.

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