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  1. 22 points
    I'm not going to get into the details of the story. But I will say that Misty Moonshine our very own CEO of SASS called a Stage DQ on herself at Winter Range. I could not be more proud to have someone at the helm who backs up what she says and believes in with actions. Way to go Misty!
  2. 18 points
    My oldest son is a major in the Marine Corps and has been in Iraq since July. This is his 4th deployment there and he wasn’t supposed to return until May. We got word this morning that his entire advisory team is coming home and will be back at Camp Pendleton on Monday afternoon. Drinks are on me. HE’S HOME!! Wish I could figure out how to share the video.
  3. 17 points
    It is a pleasure to belong to a group of people that have integrity and honesty like the Cowboy Action groups. I have been in competitive shooting sports for 61 years and have never come across a better bunch of people. Thank you all for the great times and pleasant experience that is Cowboy Action shooting. Johnny Meadows
  4. 16 points
    I hope I'm not duplicating, but I saw this cool video and thought I would share. Enjoy!
  5. 15 points
    Basically it was a family with three or four buckeroos, the father and mother shooting and sharing one set of guns and one or two sets of leather. Several of the vendors got together and gave them a rifle, two pistols, a shotgun and two sets of leather.
  6. 14 points
  7. 14 points
    A man arrived at Jim Bowie's (cowboys and Indians) with a broken rifle. He and his children were sharing it and one set of pistols and a shotgun. Jim looked at the rifle and didnt know if he could fix it, it had been shot to pieces. Jim was touched by the story and went out and bought a 73 out of his pocket and slicked it up. He then went out to try and find a set of pistols. In the meantime TL went and got a shotgun for them the news spread and soon most of the vendors had chipped in. A great story about some great people.
  8. 14 points
    My 70 year old widowed sister does not own any guns. But she got so mad that some corporations are canceling agreements with the NRA that she joined the NRA and posted her reason on Facebook. I am quite proud!
  9. 13 points
    We in SASS, and especially on the Wire, tend to focus on the fastest shooters and the biggest matches. We sing the praises of the 18 second shooters who fly through a big match with ease. They are champions and deserve our adulation, but today I want to talk about some of the biggest winners in SASS--the shooters who show up to shoot regardless of the pain they might be enduring. I also want to talk about the shooters who hang in there when their equipment is balking stage after stage. To me they are real winners deserving all our praise and encouragement. Today I shot on a posse with several such shooters. One gunfighter had shoulder problems and couldn't lift both pistols so he had to change his style. Another had issues with his back and had to move very gingerly from gun to gun. He was slow but nearly clean. A couple had knee problems (amazing how your knees are the first things to go as you age.) Another had rifle that seemed to balk on every stage. It seemed like half the posse had a physical or mechanical problem, but there they were doing their dead level best. They hooted and hollered and handled their posse chores without complaint. They made sure we all had a great time. To me those guys and gals are the true winners of every SASS event. Their commitment to the sport, their clubs and their fellow shooters makes SASS the game I want to play. They are real winners deserving of all our praise. Shooting on my posse at the Gold Coast Gunslingers monthly today did my heart good. Thanks guys and gals.
  10. 11 points
    Okay, let's put this to rest for now: Fell in tub without losing consciousness, some damage to tail bone, upper back, both forearms, both wrists, my lower leg and my hands. Got to VA ER in a big red and white limo. Was checked out ten ways from Sunday and sent home. JJJ and Deja to the rescue. Next morning had a repeat with full unconsciousness and more damage to knees and hip. JJJ gets me to ER and they run more tests, then transfer me down to Phoenix VA where I am admitted to cardiac unit. Possible solution is a pacemaker. Three days later no PM, serious change of my meds. Sent home with an Event Monitor, med changes, new appointments and restrictions on diet, warm water showers instead of my very hot ones, and a "help, I've fallen and I can't get up" device. Also have a showed some alterations of all my meds, a consult for a total do over of my meds, and a handicapped Parking sticker. Lots of changes to my life but it's better than it could have been: I could've been dead or crippled but I fooled 'em all again. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers. They are always apprecaited.
  11. 11 points
    The infrastructure is still being worked on. The problem lies in who's going to answer and will it be after a consensus of the ROC or one member using the ROIII manual. Also, will there be the ability to further ask questions on that post. You see how the Wire can go on, and on, and on, for pages. I'm thinking that, if the ROC answers, there should be no further discussion on that point. If you have to ask the same question 10 different ways, you're not trying to understand, you're stirring the pot. Same goes for a multiple of posts on the same topic. Once it's answered, it's answered. That means someone is going to have to monitor the Forum to keep pile ons from happening. Don't know about all, but most of the ROC have day jobs and families, so time is an issue. Be happy the questions get answered on the Wire at this time.
  12. 11 points
    What they said... Oh, wait, on page 17 of the Shooters Handbook it says that one retuning to SASS must drop by the Saloon and buy drinks for everyone. At least that’s what mine says... Welcome back, Pard
  13. 10 points
    Hey Creeker - I don't consider 6 Shotgun excessive. Well, excessive FUN perhaps. What I do NOT like is the shotgun stand and deliver. I really like shoot two, take it with you, shoot two, take it with you, shoot two. Such as, Shoot two, shoot pistols (I'm a gunfighter with Cap Guns), take it with you, shoot two, shoot the rifle, take it with you, Shoot two. Some (many) speed only guys-n-gals don't like that cause your picking it up and setting down. I think it's FUN!! My take.
  14. 10 points
    Finally! The photo really I wanted to include back in Post #5 - found the thumb drive lurking in the bottom of my travel bag! Also, adding a photo of Bookworm Sandy, who passed away a few years ago.
  15. 9 points
    1) Shooter must STOP (or be stopped) immediately due to the seriousness of the SAFETY issue involved. This would NOT constitute "RO impeding/interference" in handling a shooter's equipment failure; therefore there would be NO GROUNDS for a restart/reshoot. Precedent exists regarding the handling of a suspected "squib" during stage engagement. 2) If the shooter is able to remedy the issue SAFELY, s/he may continue the stage after resolution. An RO should be allowed to "safely assist" the shooter in this case (e.g. retrieve & return dropped safety glasses to the shooter if the shooter has a cocked firearm in hand) 3) If the shooter is unable to SAFELY resolve the situation (e.g. glasses are broken or end up ahead of an active firing line), the shooter would receive a DNF due to inability to continue and complete the stage.
  16. 9 points
  17. 9 points
    The answer to the question nobody asked: what would happen if they had cell phones in Deadwood, 1878 instead of regular phones? Figured y'all may enjoy some levity on a Saturday morning. . . Keep your powder dry, Wild Ben
  18. 9 points
  19. 9 points
    Thought about that but don't want to risk SWMBO finding out I know how to use it.
  20. 9 points
    Only if you wear loincloths and nothing else...scratch that...I think I just creeped myself out...
  21. 9 points
  22. 9 points
    I really like 11 & 12.
  23. 9 points
    One thing I've seen is a shooter not getting a good cheek weld on the stock. If your head is up you will likely shoot high.
  24. 9 points
    Here's one to make your eyes sore ! This is X Mark from Clark, Colorado SASS No. 105267 Joined SASS in February 2017 Shot 64 stages so far !! What was it said about a hobby turning into an obsession ???? Yeah !!
  25. 9 points
    SASS Alias: Sixgun Seamus - Cayenne Kay SASS #: 94002 - 96415 Where you are from: East Canton, OH How long you’ve been Cowboy Action Shooting: 7 years - 6 years
  26. 9 points
    Alias: Scarlett Darlin’ SASS# 96680 Lexington, SC Started Shooting December 2012
  27. 9 points
    I should be sleeping, but I am wide awake, my thoughts on the events a decade ago. Ten years ago, I was at Ft. Hood, Texas, preparing to deploy for OIF/ OEF, when I received some of the most painful news of my adult life. My father-in-law had passed away. Many of you know somewhat of how much he meant to me, although I don't think I have ever adequately expressed it. He didn't want a traditional funeral, but we needed something, if only for our own grief, so decided on a memorial. I was asked to give the eulogy for a number of reasons. He wasn't a religious man and a minister of any denomination would've been wholly out of character and inappropriate. He was unfortunately estranged from his son, but not by his own choosing. With all my wife had been through, she was not up to the task. And we couldn't bring ourselves to ask any of his friends, or anyone else. Being as close to him as I was, particularly in his later years, it fell to me. This evening, I found the eulogy I gave for him at his memorial service. I won't post the entire thing, but hopefully enough to know why today will be a significantly difficult one for me. It is in all caps because it made it far easier for me to read at the podium. HE WAS CALLED BY A NUMBER OF NAMES. “DR MACLEAN,” “DOC,” “BRUCE,” “DAD,” OR “GRANDPA.” BUT HE WAS STILL THE SAME PERSON. TO ME HE WAS MOST OFTEN SIMPLY “BRUCE.” AND FOR ME, HE WAS ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN SHAPING MY ADULT LIFE. OVER THE PAST TWENTY YEARS, HE HAS BEEN LIKE A FATHER TO ME. BUT LEAVING IT AT THAT WOULD BE LEAVING SO MUCH UNSAID. HE WAS FOR ME A MENTOR, AN ADVISOR, A TEACHER, A SOUNDING BOARD, AND HE WAS MY FRIEND. BUT EVEN THESE WORDS PAINT AN INCOMPLETE PICTURE OF WHO HE WAS AND WHAT HE MEANT TO ME. AS AN ADULT, HE BECAME DR. MACLEAN. HE WAS A RESPECTED AND TALENTED PHYSICIAN, AND FOR THIS REASON HE WAS CALLED “DOC” BY SO MANY IF I CAN GET YOU TO TAKE NOTHING ELSE AWAY ABOUT DR BRUCE FOSTER MACLEAN TODAY, JUST KNOW THAT HE LIVES ON, AND HIS LEGACY LIVES ON. NOT ONLY THROUGH THE MANY SOULS HE HAS TOUCHED AND HELPED, BUT THROUGH HIS CHILDREN, THROUGH ME, AND NOW, THROUGH MY CHILDREN. AGAIN, I WON’T TRY TO SPEAK FOR EVERYONE, BUT I CAN SAY THAT I WOULD NOT BE WHERE I AM, OR WHO I AM, WITHOUT HIM. I CAN ALSO SAY THAT MY CHILDREN WOULD NOT BE NEARLY SO COMPLETE, WITHOUT HIS LOVE, HIS CARING, AND HIS DESIRE TO SEE THEM GROW AND PROSPER. IN CLOSING, I CAN ONLY SAY THERE IS A HOLE IN MY LIFE. SOMETHING THAT I CAN’T REPLACE. BUT I AM THANKFUL FOR THAT HOLE, BECAUSE IT IS THERE BY VIRTUE OF THE FACT THAT I WAS FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO KNOW HIM. I LOVED HIM, AND I WILL MISS HIM ALWAYS. Yes, he was called Doc long before I earned the nickname, and if I am honest with myself, there is a bit of pride in the fact that I carry it also. Thank you for your indulgence.
  28. 9 points
    While enjoying their evening cocktails, the wife asked her husband, in very seductive voice, "Have you ever seen Twenty Dollars all crumpled up? "No," said her husband. She gave him a sexy little smile, unbuttoned the top 3 or 4 buttons of her blouse, and slowly reached down into the cleavage created by a soft, silky push-up bra, and pulled out a crumpled Twenty Dollar bill. He took the crumpled Twenty Dollar bill from her and smiled approvingly. She then asked him, "Have you ever seen Fifty Dollars all crumpled up?" "Uh... no, I haven't," he said, with an anxious tone in his voice. She gave him another sexy little smile, pulled up her skirt, and seductively reached into her tight, sheer panties... and pulled out a crumpled Fifty Dollar bill. He took the crumpled Fifty Dollar bill and started breathing a little quicker with anticipation. "Now," she said, "have you ever seen Fifty Thousand Dollars all crumpled up?" He said, "No!," trying to contain his excitement. She said, "Check the garage."
  29. 8 points
    I'm sitting last night, relaxing and browsing the web when my youngest daughter, who is off to college sends me a text. Yeah, I don't care for texts either, but what's a Dad supposed to do? At any rate, she says a couple of her sorority sisters are interested in learning firearm safety and how to shoot, and asks if I would be willing to teach them. Now, I need to explain that my youngest daughter is not anti-gun, but has no real interest in guns and shooting, she does attend what is considered a fairly liberal college, so this took me by surprise. My hunch is that they want to learn, but being poor college students, can't afford classes, rentals, ammo and range time. I'm not a certified instructor, but between my career in the Army Reserve and National Guard where I had duty as a range safety NCO and instructed others, working with family and friends who were first time shooters and the like, I'm confident in my abilities to teach them to put rounds downrange safely and effectively. I asked, and it appears they want to learn to shoot handguns. No problem, I can cover that. Start with .22LR and work from there, to the extent they are interested and capable. The biggest challenge will be finding someplace where I can run them over the preliminaries, and then arrange for range time. I just thought I would share. We're hoping to arrange something here in a couple of weeks. If we do, I will keep everyone informed how it goes.
  30. 8 points
    Fox news reported that there was a shooting at a high school in Maryland and that 2 students were injured but that the School Resource Officer, ran toward the shooter, engaged the shooter and shot the shooter and that the shooter is now dead. May God bless the School Resource Officer and thank him for doing his job and saving the lives of others.
  31. 8 points
  32. 8 points
    Some of the responses here are honestly pretty shocking. Nobody’s score at any event is worth more than their safety. EVER.
  33. 8 points
    Go for it. Spend some quality time with your daughter and her friends. She’s probably been bragging about you. Don’t pawn her off on someone else.
  34. 8 points
    I live here..So I could not help myself when I saw this one... http://www.gopusa.com/fleeing/ Nothing needs to be said...It says it all.... Texas Lizard
  35. 8 points
    Cody Cody was a good kid. Had a good heart, was very bright, ambitious, academic, and reflected well his parent’s values. Cody was also my son, Ryan’s, best friend for most of their formative years. The lads shared several interests, from baseball to music to Scouts, when both were in Cub Scout Den 9 (I was “Den Mother”), and when they started sixth grade they moved up to Boy Scout Troop 118, where I was Assistant Scoutmaster. And this is where our story comes about: Early Autumn, and the boy’s first Camporee. It was my job to coordinate our troop’s participation in the event, and drove to the campsite (Baker Ranch) on Friday night with five young Scouts on board – including Cody, on his very first ever trip away from home. We arrived, towing the troop’s gear-filled trailer, located the rest of our troop and set up camp, went on a night hike, then all turned in. Next morning bright and early, up for reveille, breakfast, then into the fast-paced schedule of Scoutie activities and competitions. The boys were busy for the entire morning, and finally, just after lunch, had a period of “free time” before the afternoon’s first round of games. The boys went off to amuse themselves while I had coffee and conversation with a couple of other Scoutmasters. As two o’clock neared, I set out to round up my charges. I eventually found them, seven or eight youngsters busily engaged in that time-honored, favorite pastime of boys everywhere… throwing rocks. Gathered in a knot, they were in random order sailing stones at a very stout, broad-trunked oak tree, delighting with every rewarding “Thunk!,” chattering encouragement to each other and in general having an enjoyable time. “Okay, guys!” I barked. “Let’s go! Tug of War in ten minutes up at the field! Let’s GO!” Half a dozen kids, including my son, Ryan, whirled and ran, charging up the hill toward the games field. Two or three dropped the stones they were holding as they took off in pursuit of their fellow 118’ers, determined to not be left behind. And that left Cody. Cody was a good kid… a kid with a lot of heart. And he held in his young hand the absolutely most perfect hurling stone ever. God Himself had placed that particular stone on that hillside with the express desire that Cody find it… it fit his had perfectly, was exactly the correct weight and optimal shape for sailing at that very oak tree. “Cody! Let’s GO!” Cody looked at me. Then he looked at the stone in his hand. Then he looked at that oak tree… looked back at my “hurry up!” scowl, looked again at the stone, then with resignation cocked his arm back, stuck out his tongue just-so, and sent that perfect granitic specimen hurtling toward the poor tree. And at that very moment… Well, nobody had realized that Eddie Brauer, one of our older Scouts, had been hiding behind that oak tree during the rock assault. Indeed, Eddie had been struggling to hold in his snickers and giggles as he heard the woody impacts of the geologic projectiles ricocheting off the bark. And he heard the herd of booted and sneakered Boy Scout feet thundering off up the hill after I gave them their instruction. So, assuming the coast to be clear, Eddie, at that very moment, decided to pop out from his safe shelter and mosey on after the group. Not knowing that there was a straggler. Cody. And of course, not knowing that Cody had just loosed a final missile toward his protective oak tree. But Cody, despite being a good kid with a lot of heart, and being a baseball player, did not have the most accurate throwing arm. Even when equipped with that most perfect God-provided stone. So it was inevitable, and it came to pass, that Cody’s stone and Eddie’s head arrived at the same exact point in the universe at the same exact instant. And before our astonished eyes, they collided. With a most sickening, hollow-sounding “Thunk!” Eddie’s waffle-stompers came up and Eddie went down, landing in a perfect supine position, cocooned by a cloud of dust. “O My Gawd!” I exclaimed. “O My Gawd!” Cody exclaimed. Cody froze, and I rushed to Eddie. Instantly I saw a gash on his forehead, a goose-egg already forming, and his eyes pointed in differing directions. “Eddie! Eddie! Are you all right?” I blurted. “Huh….?” said Eddie, his eyes struggling to find each other and establish synchronous communication with his brain. Cody looked on in shock… pale, eyes and mouth wide open, his face wearing an expression of abject horror. “Eddie! Oh, Eddie! I’m SORRY! I didn’t mean to hit you in the head with a rock and kill you!” he blurted. As he started to come to, Eddie murmured something about not worrying, he’d be all right, calm down, and such. I helped Eddie to his feet, and supported him as we set out for the headquarters tent and the first aid station, with Cody following with non-stop blurbering of tearful apologies. We made our way into the tent, and I called for assistance – “We need first aid here!” A gentleman dressed like a Scoutmaster rose from his chair and calmly asked “And so what do we have...?” I gave a quick summary of the situation, while in the background Cody softly and tearfully wailed about not meaning to kill Eddie. We – me, the gentleman, and Eddie – ignored Cody; the gentleman, who introduced himself as Mark Peruch, had Eddie sit in a chair, and quickly and skillfully examined him. He asked what troop we were with, and sent a nearby Scout scurrying off to fetch Eddie’s mom, then set about treating the now semi-alert young man. He cleaned the gash well, applied a topical antiseptic, closed it with Steristrips, and covered with a gauze bandage neatly taped in place. As he was finishing up, Eddie’s mom, Mercedes, arrived. She took in the sight of her son being patched up, Cody’s sobbing confessions, a very brief comment from me, and made the immediate and calm assessment of a mom-of-three-boys that, in the grand scheme of things, all was well. Mark explained what he had done for Eddie, suggested that he might have a slight concussion, and urged her to take him immediately for a professional medical evaluation. Mercedes thanked him, but before leaving, turned to the still sniffing Cody. “Cody,” she said with a smile, “It’s okay! Eddie’s not hurt bad, it was just an accident, so don’t worry!” Eddie looked at Cody, and said “Cody! I’m okay! It’s not your fault – you didn’t know I was hiding behind the tree… and I shouldn’t have been there anyway!” “Yeah, Cody! It’s cool… don’t worry about it!” from me. Mark chimed in, and also urged the lad to not worry “But what am I gonna tell Mom and Dad?” Cody moaned… “Don’t tell them anything!” we all said, almost in unison. “It’s all O-KAY!” With that, Eddie and his mom left. I turned to Mark, shook his hand and thanked him. “Mark,” I observed, “That was pretty professional looking job you did there! Are you a doctor? Nurse? EMT?” With a chuckle, he replied “No… not exactly. But I do work in a related field.” “Oh? ‘Related field’? What might that be?” Mark smiled, and said “Well… actually, I’m a funeral director.” With that, Cody – who was still standing there, working on drying up his sniffles, asked “What’s a ‘Funeral Director?” I turned to the kid, and said “Cody, a ‘Funeral Director’ is an undertaker. Now go find the rest of the troop and have some fun! Now ‘Git!’” He wheeled about and charged out the door. The weekend eventually came to a close. A grand time was had by all, and Cody had easily slipped back into character, enjoying the activities and camaraderie of Scouting, seeming to have put the Eddie fiasco safely behind him. When we’d packed up on Sunday afternoon, I drove the boys back to Madera Ranchos, dropping them off at their homes. Cody was the last delivery before Ryan and I ended up at home. As I pulled into their circular drive, Mom and Dad came out the front door to greet their son, home from his great adventure. With huge grins on their faces, they threw their arms wide to embrace the youngster as he jumped out of my truck. Wearing an expression of absolute delight, he raced toward his parents. Then stopped abruptly about ten feet from their open arms. Somewhat bewildered, they watched at Cody as he looked at his mom… then his dad… then mom… then dad… And then, with no more preamble, tears literally shot out of his eyes as he wailed “I-hit-Eddie-in-the-head-with-a-rock-and-we-had-to-take-him-to-the-Under-Taker!!” Oh, the expressions of shock on Mom and Dad’s faces were indescribable. A combination of confusion… panic… horror… disbelief… and something even beyond. They both cried out a stunned “WHA-A-A-AT…?” I rolled my eyes. Ryan rolled his eyes. “Oh heck. It’s nothing…” “Whaddaya mean it’s NOTHING!? Cody just told us he KILLED A KID and you say it’s NOTHING??” I shook my head, and as I tried to not repeat the eye-rolling, I explained everything. Cody listened, but still displayed a demeanor of misery with occasional sobs. Mom and Dad finally shed their panic, but retained the pale mantle of parental anxiety. Eddie recovered quickly recovered; he and his mom still laugh about it. I see Mark fairly often, and always smile at the memory. All ended well, except for one thing: Sadly, this was the end of Cody’s Boy Scout career. Just too darned dangerous, don’tcha know, what with children having to be hauled off to the undertaker and all… But Cody was a good kid. A kid with a lot of heart.
  36. 8 points
    A friend sent this to me. Long but interesting. Many of us are between 65 and death, i.e. old. My friend sent me this excellent list for aging . . . and I have to agree it's good advice to follow. The guy who sent this hi-lighted #19. 1. It’s time to use the money you saved up. Use it and enjoy it. Don’t just keep it for those who may have no notion of the sacrifices you made to get it. Remember there is nothing more dangerous than a son or daughter-in-law with big ideas for your hard-earned capital. Warning: This is also a bad time for investments, even if it seems wonderful or fool-proof. They only bring problems and worries. This is a time for you to enjoy some peace and quiet. 2. Stop worrying about the financial situation of your children and grandchildren, and don’t feel bad spending your money on yourself. You’ve taken care of them for many years, and you’ve taught them what you could. You gave them an education, food, shelter and support. The responsibility is now theirs to earn their own money. 3. Keep a healthy life, without great physical effort. Do moderate exercise (like walking every day), eat well and get your sleep. It’s easy to become sick, and it gets harder to remain healthy. That is why you need to keep yourself in good shape and be aware of your medical and physical needs. Keep in touch with your doctor, do tests even when you’re feeling well. Stay informed. 4. Always buy the best, most beautiful items for your significant other. The key goal is to enjoy your money with your partner. One day one of you will miss the other, and the money will not provide any comfort then, enjoy it together. 5. Don’t stress over the little things. You’ve already overcome so much in your life. You have good memories and bad ones, but the important thing is the present. Don’t let the past drag you down and don’t let the future frighten you. Feel good in the now. Small issues will soon be forgotten. 6. Regardless of age, always keep love alive. Love your partner, love life, love your family, love your neighbor and remember: “A man is not old as long as he has intelligence and affection.” 7. Be proud, both inside and out. Don’t stop going to your hair salon or barber, do your nails, go to the dermatologist and the dentist, keep your perfumes and creams well stocked. When you are well-maintained on the outside, it seeps in, making you feel proud and strong. 8. Don’t lose sight of fashion trends for your age, but keep your own sense of style. There’s nothing worse than an older person trying to wear the current fashion among youngsters. You’ve developed your own sense of what looks good on you – keep it and be proud of it. It’s part of who you are. 9. ALWAYS stay up-to-date. Read newspapers, watch the news. Go online and read what people are saying. Make sure you have an active email account and try to use some of those social networks. You’ll be surprised what old friends you’ll meet. Keeping in touch with what is going on and with the people you know is important at any age 10. Respect the younger generation and their opinions. They may not have the same ideals as you, but they are the future, and will take the world in their direction. Give advice, not criticism, and try to remind them that yesterday’s wisdom still applies today. 11. Never use the phrase: “In my time.” Your time is now. As long as you’re alive, you are part of this time. You may have been younger, but you are still you now, having fun and enjoying life. 12. Some people embrace their golden years, while others become bitter and surly. Life is too short to waste your days on the latter. Spend your time with positive, cheerful people, it’ll rub off on you and your days will seem that much better. Spending your time with bitter people will make you older and harder to be around. 13. Do not surrender to the temptation of living with your children or grandchildren (if you have a financial choice, that is). Sure, being surrounded by family sounds great, but we all need our privacy. They need theirs and you need yours. If you’ve lost your partner (our deepest condolences), then find a person to move in with you and help out. Even then, do so only if you feel you really need the help or do not want to live alone. 14. Don’t abandon your hobbies. If you don’t have any, make new ones. You can travel, hike, cook, read, dance. You can adopt a cat or a dog, grow a garden, play cards, checkers, chess, dominoes, golf. You can paint, volunteer or just collect certain items. Find something you like and spend some real time having fun with it. 15. Even if you don’t feel like it, try to accept invitations. Baptisms, graduations, birthdays, weddings, conferences. Try to go. Get out of the house, meet people you haven’t seen in a while, experience something new (or something old). But don’t get upset when you’re not invited. Some events are limited by resources, and not everyone can be hosted. The important thing is to leave the house from time to time. Go to museums, go walk through a field. Get out there. 16. Be a conversationalist. Talk less and listen more. Some people go on and on about the past, not caring if their listeners are really interested. That’s a great way of reducing their desire to speak with you. Listen first and answer questions, but don’t go off into long stories unless asked to. Speak in courteous tones and try not to complain or criticize too much unless you really need to. Try to accept situations as they are. Everyone is going through the same things, and people have a low tolerance for hearing complaints. Always find some good things to say as well. 17. Pain and discomfort go hand in hand with getting older. Try not to dwell on them but accept them as a part of the cycle of life we’re all going through. Try to minimize them in your mind. They are not who you are, they are something that life added to you. If they become your entire focus, you lose sight of the person you used to be. 18. If you’ve been offended by someone – forgive them. If you’ve offended someone - apologize. Don’t drag around resentment with you. It only serves to make you sad and bitter. It doesn’t matter who was right. Someone once said: “Holding a grudge is like taking poison and expecting the other person to die.” Don’t take that poison. Forgive, forget and move on with your life. 19. If you have a strong belief, savor it. But don’t waste your time trying to convince others. They will make their own choices no matter what you tell them, and it will only bring you frustration. Live your faith and set an example. Live true to your beliefs and let that memory sway them. 20. Laugh. Laugh A LOT. Laugh at everything. Remember, you are one of the lucky ones. You managed to have a life, a long one. Many never get to this age, never get to experience a full life. But you did. So what’s not to laugh about? Find the humor in your situation. 21. Take no notice of what others say about you and even less notice of what they might be thinking. They’ll do it anyway, and you should have pride in yourself and what you’ve achieved. Let them talk and don’t worry. They have no idea about your history, your memories and the life you’ve lived so far. There’s still much to be written, so get busy writing and don’t waste time thinking about what others might think. Now is the time to be at rest, at peace and as happy as you can be! REMEMBER: “Life is too short to drink bad wine and warm beer.”
  37. 8 points
    I ordered my Henry Single Shot 45-70 from Cabela's on Jan. 21st. I got an email that I could pick it up today. I will let the photos speak for themselves. Not bad for $370.
  38. 8 points
    Universal All-Inclusive AR 15 conversion kit..... In the minds of a certain portion of the public, application of this kit to any firearm converts it to evil AR15 status:
  39. 8 points
    SASS Alias: Colonel Dan SASS# 24025 From: Central Florida Cowboy Action Shooting: 20 years
  40. 8 points
    I think this is a common problem for a lot of clubs. I NEVER miss and I am always the FASTEST, but the counters never seem to see it that way. Neither does the timer!! Some one should really look into this for me too. H.Wolf
  41. 8 points
    The best way to help a spotter is to remind the spotter to stop talking.
  42. 8 points
    SaukValley Sam SASS 66557 Live in San Antonio, Texas but originally form New Bedford, Illinois. Shooting CAS for 12 years.
  43. 8 points
  44. 8 points
    I am guessing that if I make some smart alec comment about Aussies winning Yankee comps right now my black mark count may jump suddenly For what it is worth no matter where I shoot in Aust everyone I have spoken to has a wish to compete at Winter Range or EOT its our dream shoot. No one would give a damn plugged nickle what titles we could or couldnt win its all about meeting you folks and soaking up some of the genuine Cowboy ambiance and bonhomie Having said that we will rub it in that an Aussie has won EOT
  45. 8 points
    I'd probably just reply with: "Well, bless your heart".
  46. 7 points
  47. 7 points
    Finally got to go and and try at least one set of my new to me C&B pistols. Wow what fun. Any one that thinks .36 cal shoots too soft just needs to load some 3F Triple 7 . Had no problems with the pistol rack or the tombstone rifle rack. Wanted to try a few rounds with APP and some real BP but ran out of time. Also got to try out my new loading stand. With a little more loading practice I'll be ready to try Frontiersman. My Polish Capper also worked flawlessly. Here is is with my .36 cal 1858. It also works with my .44 cal 1851s.
  48. 7 points
    Morning all, An update for Forty-Rod. He had 2 incidents with passing out. The Prescott VA checked him out and determined he was having AFib, the low heart beat type so he was shipped off to Phoenix for special tests and to determine what is to be done. Most likely he will get a pacemaker..... Deja and I have been watching his home and his sweet pup Trinket. We saw him yesterday in Phoenix and he was busy entertaining everyone near him! Thanx to all who are sending prayers, he is a tough marine and will be back in business soon I am sure. I will update y'all as I get updates! JJJ-D UPDATE 03/12/18 1700 hours..... Just got off the phone with 4T...... He got poked, prodded, and wired all afternoon. He now has 2 separate heart monitors after seeing the cardiologists (yes more than 1). They still don't know for sure what is causing the irregular heartbeat. They told him that they don't want to move forward until they have more information on what exactly is happening. So now he is hooked up "Like the dammed bionic man!" (quote) and he will be in Phoenix for at least 2 more days while they decide on a course of action. He wants Allie Mo to know he really appreciates her posting the request..... and is thankful to all who have expressed their best wishes...... We caught 'Trinket' trying to use the phone to call 'Daddy' today. She wanted to have a sleep-over....... JJJ-D
  49. 7 points
    I think as the targets have gotten bigger and close it's harder for some folks to spot. IMHO being lazy or not fully engaged is the biggest issue I see. I see great spotters moving with the shooter's and paying attention. I see bad spotter's in bad places when they make bad calls. Maybe "lazy" is the wrong word for some..........maybe educating them is best.
  50. 7 points