I bet this trucker had to take a drug test.......
Friday, January 09, 2009
Tattoo Jim's guns
Hey Wirecutter!
Thought I'd send a picture of my toy collection. Top left is my Glock 17 9 mm, next is my wife's Glock 17, then my Taurus 24/7 .40 cal. The next row from left is my old reliable S&W model 10 .38 with speed loader, my S&W 422 .22 cal. with red dot, and my Ruger Mark III Hunter .22 cal. also with red dot. The bottom row is my Heritage .22/.22 mag single action and then, big daddy, my Ruger Super Blackhawk .44 mag with Burris scope and Hogue grips. That bad boy blew the first scope to pieces after 6 rounds.
I've had to retire on disability because of back/spine problems so I had to give up my long guns. No more Rock River AR and both of my Henry's, .22 and .44/.44 mag had to go. I can still pick up a handgun though and there's a good range near the house plus my wife, both of her sisters and a niece all love to shoot. Nothing like shootin' with the girls. Most of us have our concealed carry's also. I still believe in the 2nd amendment!
Keep up the site! It adds a lot of fun to my day!
Tattoo Jim
Thought I'd send a picture of my toy collection. Top left is my Glock 17 9 mm, next is my wife's Glock 17, then my Taurus 24/7 .40 cal. The next row from left is my old reliable S&W model 10 .38 with speed loader, my S&W 422 .22 cal. with red dot, and my Ruger Mark III Hunter .22 cal. also with red dot. The bottom row is my Heritage .22/.22 mag single action and then, big daddy, my Ruger Super Blackhawk .44 mag with Burris scope and Hogue grips. That bad boy blew the first scope to pieces after 6 rounds.
I've had to retire on disability because of back/spine problems so I had to give up my long guns. No more Rock River AR and both of my Henry's, .22 and .44/.44 mag had to go. I can still pick up a handgun though and there's a good range near the house plus my wife, both of her sisters and a niece all love to shoot. Nothing like shootin' with the girls. Most of us have our concealed carry's also. I still believe in the 2nd amendment!
Keep up the site! It adds a lot of fun to my day!
Tattoo Jim
Thanks for the pictures of your nice collection, Jim.
I had to give up long guns too, due to bone spurs in my shoulder. I can handle the push of a shotgun but not the thump of a 30 caliber rifle.
My Dad just bought that Mk III and I gotta say, I like it a lot better than my Mk II. It's got a wonderful balance and is accurate as hell.
Too bizarre to not post
HOUSTON – A Texas death row inmate with a history of mental problems pulled out his only good eye and told authorities he ate it. Andre Thomas, 25, was arrested for the fatal stabbings of his estranged wife, their young son and her 13-month-old daughter in March 2004. Their hearts also had been ripped out. He was convicted and condemned for the infant's death.
While in the Grayson County Jail in Sherman, Thomas plucked out his right eye before his trial later in 2004. A judge subsequently ruled he was competent to stand trial.
A death-row officer at the Polunsky Unit of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice found Thomas in his cell with blood on his face and took him to the infirmary.
"Thomas said he pulled out his eye and subsequently ingested it," agency spokesman Jason Clark said Friday.
Thomas was treated at East Texas Medical Center in Tyler after the Dec. 9 incident. Then he was transferred and remains at the Jester Unit, a prison psychiatric facility near Richmond southwest of Houston.
"He will finally be able to receive the mental health care that we had wanted and begged for from day 1," Bobbie Peterson-Cate, Thomas' trial attorney, told the Sherman Herald Democrat. "He is insane and mentally ill. It is exactly the same reason he pulled out the last one."
At his trial, defense lawyers also argued he suffered from alcohol and drug abuse.
Thomas does not have an execution date.
The Texas Court of Criminal Appeals in October upheld his conviction and death sentence for the death of 13-month-old Leyha Marie Hughes. Also killed March 27, 2004, were his wife, Laura Christine Boren, 20, and their son, 4-year-old Andre Lee.
Thomas, from Texoma, walked into the Sherman Police Department and told a dispatcher he had just murdered the three and had stabbed himself in the chest.
Thomas told police how he put his victims' hearts in his pocket and left their apartment, took them home, put them in a plastic bag and threw them in the trash.
Court documents described the three victims as having "large, gaping wounds to their chests."
Your gun pictures
If you've got a picture of a gun that you're proud of, send me a picture so I can post it. If you want to tell me a little about it, I'll include that in the post too. I won't disclose your name, location or email, and please make sure the serial numbers don't show. If it does, I'll obscure for you - I don't want to set anybody up for a theft, either by criminals or our Government.
Send 'em to k59lane@yahoo.com
Send 'em to k59lane@yahoo.com
D's 50 cal Barrett
Go big or go home.
That is a stock photo, my camera is currently sitting on the bottom of the Illinois River due to a bizarre goose hunting accident that involves an idiot and a german shepherd puppy.
That is a stock photo, my camera is currently sitting on the bottom of the Illinois River due to a bizarre goose hunting accident that involves an idiot and a german shepherd puppy.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
The old Cowboy
An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee.
As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, 'Are you a real cowboy?'
He replied, 'Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.'
She said, 'I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women.'
The two sat sipping in silence.A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, 'Are you a real cowboy?'
He replied, 'I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a lesbian.'
RF's Guns
Hey Ken,
I want to play, too.
Clockwise from one o'clock.
Colt M1911A1 .45 ACP Mfg. Sept. 1944.
HK Compact USP .45 ACP Mfg. 2000.
Bernadelli Model 60 .380.
Thomas & Sons pocket pistols. Mfg. 1780's (I think, maybe 1770's).
Hopkins & Allan Police Safety 5 shot .32 cal. Mfg.1900's.
Colt .22 LR Mfg. 1960's.
Rohm und Haas .44 magnum Mfg. 1970's.
Suhl .41 Calvary revolver Mfg. 1893 - This single action German revolver unusual, it has a safety, the hammer almost required two hands to cock, but the trigger release is under 5 lbs.
Colt M1911A1 .45 ACP Mfg. Sept. 1944.
HK Compact USP .45 ACP Mfg. 2000.
Bernadelli Model 60 .380.
Thomas & Sons pocket pistols. Mfg. 1780's (I think, maybe 1770's).
Hopkins & Allan Police Safety 5 shot .32 cal. Mfg.1900's.
Colt .22 LR Mfg. 1960's.
Rohm und Haas .44 magnum Mfg. 1970's.
Suhl .41 Calvary revolver Mfg. 1893 - This single action German revolver unusual, it has a safety, the hammer almost required two hands to cock, but the trigger release is under 5 lbs.
Brother, You've got some nice contemporary handguns, but I'm really admiring your antiques.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Priorities
Tonight, channel 3 KCRA news (NBC, Sacramento) covered the funeral of TJ Gonzales, a soldier from Newman CA killed in Sadir City, Iraq.
They devoted less than 30 seconds to this soldier.
They gave more air time to 2 horses that threw their riders at a park because they were spooked by ATVs.
You fuckers......
They devoted less than 30 seconds to this soldier.
They gave more air time to 2 horses that threw their riders at a park because they were spooked by ATVs.
You fuckers......
Lesson learned
I just now saw a commercial for K-Y Warming Gel - "2 in 1 warming, 2 in 1 tingling."
Sounds like Ben Gay on the num nums to me.
Man, I'll never make that mistake again.....
Sounds like Ben Gay on the num nums to me.
Man, I'll never make that mistake again.....
Poor Dad
Not only did Dad not catch his BAT yesterday but we got skunked. Not a fucking fish was caught between the two of us.
That was probably the first time in 2 years that this has happened. I mean, there's been times when we've gone out together and ONE of us didn't catch fish, but at least one of us had a catch. Not yesterday though.
What was funny about the whole deal was we were the only ones on the lake that were fishless. Granted the fishing was kinda slow for everybody, but they were catching one every great once in a while.
It wasn't for a lack of trying though, I double damn guarantee you that. I always had one rod out with bait and was throwing lures with another. I tossed so many damned lures that my back was killing me by 3 in the afternoon.
The high point of the day was when we were leaving. Dad looked up the rock face of the dam and said "I don't know, that's a whole lot of up, Boy (49 years old and he still calls me Boy)." And it was, maybe 250 feet of mud, wet shale and boulders we had to billygoat almost straight up to get to the truck.
Once we started up, I got a little ahead of him, just concentrating on finding some sure footing. All of a sudden I heard his tackle box start rattling and bouncing off rock. I whipped around and saw him maybe 20 feet below me, slipping and sliding with one leg pointed straight out.
"Fall down and spread out" I hollered as I dumped my gear and slid down to where he was at, getting there just in time for him to do one of them fancy Ice skating whirlygigs and hit the rocks.
He lay there stunned for a minute.
"Fucker, you keep tumbling down hillsides everytime we go, Mom ain't gonna let you go fishing with me no more. You break anything this time?"
"No, I don't think so," he says. "You gonna stop laughing long enough to help me up?"
It took me a minute to stop giggling and catch my breath. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it - I'm laughing now when I picture the whole thing again. Where's a video camera when you need it?
I took a break today from fishing. I cleaned house, ran some errands and napped most of the day. Besides, my legs are sore from lugging all of our gear and Dad the rest of the way up the dam face.
That was probably the first time in 2 years that this has happened. I mean, there's been times when we've gone out together and ONE of us didn't catch fish, but at least one of us had a catch. Not yesterday though.
What was funny about the whole deal was we were the only ones on the lake that were fishless. Granted the fishing was kinda slow for everybody, but they were catching one every great once in a while.
It wasn't for a lack of trying though, I double damn guarantee you that. I always had one rod out with bait and was throwing lures with another. I tossed so many damned lures that my back was killing me by 3 in the afternoon.
The high point of the day was when we were leaving. Dad looked up the rock face of the dam and said "I don't know, that's a whole lot of up, Boy (49 years old and he still calls me Boy)." And it was, maybe 250 feet of mud, wet shale and boulders we had to billygoat almost straight up to get to the truck.
Once we started up, I got a little ahead of him, just concentrating on finding some sure footing. All of a sudden I heard his tackle box start rattling and bouncing off rock. I whipped around and saw him maybe 20 feet below me, slipping and sliding with one leg pointed straight out.
"Fall down and spread out" I hollered as I dumped my gear and slid down to where he was at, getting there just in time for him to do one of them fancy Ice skating whirlygigs and hit the rocks.
He lay there stunned for a minute.
"Fucker, you keep tumbling down hillsides everytime we go, Mom ain't gonna let you go fishing with me no more. You break anything this time?"
"No, I don't think so," he says. "You gonna stop laughing long enough to help me up?"
It took me a minute to stop giggling and catch my breath. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it - I'm laughing now when I picture the whole thing again. Where's a video camera when you need it?
I took a break today from fishing. I cleaned house, ran some errands and napped most of the day. Besides, my legs are sore from lugging all of our gear and Dad the rest of the way up the dam face.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Here we go again
Well, I never thought I'd get tired of fishing, but I think the day has finally come. And yes, I am headed back out in an hour or two.
Not that I'm not catching fish, it's that I ain't connecting with what I want. So today I'm taking Dad (I'm beginning to hate him) up to Amador where they have a Cutthroat/Rainbow hybrid that fight like hell and can reach 10 pounds in 3 years. Not only that, but the smallest fish they put in that lake are 18" and 3 pounds.
Fuck, if Dad doesn't catch a BAT today I'm gonna push his ass in the lake and call it quits.
Not that I'm not catching fish, it's that I ain't connecting with what I want. So today I'm taking Dad (I'm beginning to hate him) up to Amador where they have a Cutthroat/Rainbow hybrid that fight like hell and can reach 10 pounds in 3 years. Not only that, but the smallest fish they put in that lake are 18" and 3 pounds.
Fuck, if Dad doesn't catch a BAT today I'm gonna push his ass in the lake and call it quits.
Deb's BB gun - http://debbiedoesdrivel.blogspot.com/
Hi Ken - Attached is a photo of my treasured BB gun, given to me by my father, The Terrorist, and the reason for many limping squirrels and one sore cat butt.
It's worn and broken in and I sleep with it under my pillow just waiting to point that thing between Mr. Rapist Burgler's eyes and giving him the headache of his life as he ascends my stairs (if Nut Job doesn't rip him apart first).
Deb
Ummm, I've seen pictures of NJ. You'd best be counting on that BB gun.
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