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Here's my old sporterized 1917 Winchester made Enfield. notice how the barrels and swedge look the same as grandpa's in the photo, Also, note the offset scope mount. If memory serves me, my research found only one in 10,000 Enfields came with that mount. Wonder how many krauts that old rifle knocked down? First time I touched off that .300 HH, it was a cold WA. morning, thought my shoulder was kicked by a draft mule.

British Enfield was .303, American made 1917 on the Enfield design was like a Mauser 98 in ,30.06. The one I owned had been improved to .300 H and H

Calling Carney a rat is a slap in the face of all vermin. Carney did things even a rat would never do.

Nice buck. Looks like a sporterized 1917 Enfield, had one like it.

Yeah, would be great to find that jeep. Actually had sold that Win. 88 several years ago for cash and a pistol. The friend I traded it to wanted the pistol back and I wanted the .243, so we traded back again. Will never do that again. I can't go down to Tucson without the old man going down the list of every gun he ever gave me and make sure I still have them.

I think this photo of dad would have been taken around 1964, I still remember the day we sold that '48 Willys but not sure of the year, 1965 or 1966. I still own that mount and Winchester 88, .243 The Willys was sold to a trailer sales lot off of Wilmot and 22nd, Tucson, long gone now? Dad and his bro, Bob. That antelope just missed the B and C. Judging by all the hair my uncle still had, maybe 1970? The dune buggy was our hunting rig up until about 1975. Did get a little nippy though hunting deer and elk, unit 27. Dads still kickin', survived the Great Depression, WWII and a 2 1/2 pack a day KOOL habit. Now he just gives the video poker machines heck down at the Desert Diamond Casino.

Excellent picture. Looks like a Winchester model 1897

Thanks so much Amanda, you're making a difference in vets lives. Thanks to all that donated. If you end up with more tickets than vets, please consider LEO, firefighters and Border Patrol.

Laughed and threw-up in my mouth at the same time. I think I saw that pitcher on Van Buren before the 2008 elections.

The trailer has been repaired and he and his brother are off fishing.

For the last several years, I've been taking a friend to the Phoenix VA. He's a Viet Nam vet with a host of illnesses, he's 100% disabled. He fought hard for the US, was in Nam less than 12 hours when he got into his first fire fight. Was wounded twice and exposed to Agent Orange after several tours. Now he needs the VA's help to try and stay alive; diabetes, high blood pressure, PTSD, and other injuries. All the VA wants to do is dispense pain killers, which he refuses. I see first hand how they give him the run around. He shows up for appointments, they say they lost his records...(he carries his own copies), they tell him HE changed his appointment or missed it when he did no such thing. For over a year he's been trying to see a specialist about his shoulder. They finally told him he had an appointment with a surgeon in San Diego in a few months. He drove there, got a hotel room and was there at his appointment the next day, the surgeon's office said he had no appointment with the surgeon. Then you hear how the detainees at Gitmo have a 1.3 to 1 patient to doctor ratio while the VA's is 35 to 1. It's tough watching this man disintegrate before my eyes after all he did for this country.

Same happened where I put a camera up at a springs in the Eagletails. Nice little springs and pools of water everywhere and about 15 head of cattle browsing the area. 3 days later the water was gone and the cattle moved on. Those springs will recharge and the wildlife there had an AZGF catchment and tank a few hundred yards away that the cattle couldn't get to. Speaking of cattle ruining things, just got a call from a rancher wanting to know if I were interested in harvesting some wild cattle on his USFS lease.

Dad was drafted into the navy in 1944 and served as a gunner aboard destroyers in the Pacific. He gave himself numerous tattoos on his hands and limbs to make identifying his body easier. It was just the reality of the war. I learned at an early age not to ask questions about the war, he would only confide in a Marine vet living next door. Mom had lost an uncle in Bataan, Philippines 1942.

Call Big Mike at Denny's Transmission's, he owns them and works at the one on Central. He has a decent warranty. Tell him I sent ya.

Looked like a good day. I'll have to try that with the camera and bino pics

Interested in trading for a Bear Grizzly RH 50#?

The land behind me just turned into State Trust Land. Signs say you need a permit to be in there and licensed hunting allowed. Question: I've been told that you don't need the state land permit if you have a valid hunting license. True or false?

Wish I had a photo of the signs that were up from the City of Peoria, they clearly stated 1 mile and gave the city statute . Doesn't matter now, the land is now State Trust and no more target shooting. I think Peoria was trying to draw a line between target shooting and hunting and maybe even throwing a noise ordinance into the loop. Yes, state law is 1/4 mile but that same law gives Cities the right by that statute to tweak the law so long as hunting is not concerned. I forgive you, AZLance.

A.R.S. 13-3107- C,3. Municipalities can place restrictions on the discharge of firearms within 1/4 mile of an occupied building or structure. . Peoria city council is constantly changing these restrictions. First it was shotguns only. Then in 2011 it was 1/2 mile from occupied buildings. Most recently the city council came up with a 1 mile restriction where posted and 2 miles where not posted.. All the roads off Dove Valley, Peoria were clearly posted with the 1 mile restriction signage.. Once again, AZLance proves he don't know squat diddly-do LOL

This question has come about because the land had been Peoria, but the cops had such a far way to come in order to quell the constant disturbances made by jerks shooting all hours of the day and night and within a few hundred yards of residential areas, it's now State Trust. All the clowns had to do was follow a few reasonable rules and pick up after themselves....but no. On the occasions I would target shoot out there, I would click off the mileage on the odometer and pass target shooters the whole way out to the mandatory 1 mile minimum to legally shoot. Only one time did I see someone shooting out there beyond the 1 mile mark, and they were shooting at a hill off-roaders were riding on. So if you were planning on target shooting off of Dove Valley soon, we're all s.o.l.

I don't know, the permits get hung on your rear view mirror. If you don't have one on your vehicle, wtf?

Ouch, I bet the guy with the bow is thinking next time, a 12ga. with buckshot might be the appropriate weapon for this. Grandpa used to smile and say "I aint had this much fun since I watched the hogs eat my little brother."

Be grateful you're not in Albuquerque.

I was pissed so I set the traps. They've been wall hangers for years. I covered them with a little too much alfalfa and gummed the jaws up. One actually set off another. I only had a few minutes of light left to put them out by the time the chickens went night-night. With all the dogs and cats we and the neighbors have, decided it might be best not to set the traps again. Got nearly 500 pictures of the cat but the sequence of the traps going off wasn't captured by the camera. They're good pics but the cat is only 4-6' away. That's one beautiful animal and she was only taking advantage of our chicken duty slothing. Lesson learned.

Last winter we got a little complacent about locking up the hen house at night. Fact was, we were leaving before first light and getting home after sunset. Finally was able to check on the chickens in the daylight and found 1 dead and 3 more missing, so I set up a camera....(ignore dates on pics) Took the dead chicken and hung it from a bush and locked up the chickens. Cat returned the next morning and spent 90 minutes on the dead chicken and checking out how to get back into the hen house.