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As you match clothing with belts, holsters, and .45 ACP's of various types, what is the recommended .45 with, pajamas, robes, swim suits, smoking jackets, and other non-outside apparel of distinguished gentlemen ? [emoji41]



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Good morning drifters. The weatherman/woman/person has changed our forecast for today to only 94 degrees instead of the 101 they gave yesterday. It is 84 at present in the desert this morning.

A lot of bison posts on the thread yesterday and today. I remember in '95 traveling through Washington state seeing a sign saying buffalo crossing, you know the ones like deer crossing, elk crossing, duck crossing, etc. that you see all over the place. Well I went into a sharp curve and sure enough the road was covered with a small herd of bison. You ever tried to lock down a 34 foot motor home? Got stopped about 8-10 feet from a large bull and he just stood there looking at me with a bored look. It didn't even faze them, they didn't run no panic just stood there looking at me. At least they didn't decide to attack the thing that was bothering them meaning me.
He probably would have won the fight.
 
In New York, I can't pick it up without a "coupon" from the judge who signed my permit. He must approve the amendment to my permit before I can pick it up - usually takes a week or so.
BCC, move about 50 miles down the road, cross the border into NE PA. Commuting distance to the Apple and you take you firearm home the same day. But, yiu can't buy a case of beer on Sunday.
 
BCC, move about 50 miles down the road, cross the border into NE PA. Commuting distance to the Apple and you take you firearm home the same day. But, yiu can't buy a case of beer on Sunday.



That's ok - I'll have a single malt![emoji6]
I have friends in Shohola PA who regularly try to sell me property there. One of these days...
 
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Back to the Yolo off Okinawa. Today's 1945 notes by Homer Bast made what it must have been like sink in for me. Air raids... nothing new, stuck off the beaches so long your radio call sign is Prison Walls, ships must be serviced, some of the crew get to relax for a bit and watch a Lana Turner movie.


May 16, 1945

GQ sounded at 0310. Bombs were dropped on the beach south of Bisha Gawa by high flying aircraft. Through the night enemy planes dropped bombs and shore batteries replied with intense AA. Rushing to the bridge I saw the first bombs hit the beach. With their rhumph, rhumph, the explosions sent sparks and flame into the air like huge phosphorescent fountains. Now that fighters are stationed at Yontan destroying them appears to be the number one priority for the enemy.

On the conn we have a voice radio over which all ships in the anchorage conduct their business. The control ship gives not only permission to transmit, but also they post those ships wishing to call. Only one vessel is allowed to transmit. Instead of calling ships by their proper names, every naval vessel has a voice call. The names are interesting, original, and humorous. Everyone enjoys the vocal expressions and the transmissions. Several of the more familiar names are: Lipstick, Snooty, Crowbar, Ironsides, Bob Hope, Lana Turner, Sackbutt, Egghead and our own, Prison Walls.

Today the weather was glorious with the high winds of last night now a gentle breeze. A slight haze covers the water reducing visibility somewhat. By noon, that too, lifted. A rather long ground swell makes even the larger ships roll to a degree. Beginning early, ships tied up to Yolo and even now when we are about to secure, there are still craft to provision. The neediest are cared for even after working hours.

The show tonight was Lana Turner in "Slightly Dangerous". It is the ship's first show in some days because of the cluttered condition of the tank deck. GQ was called twice between 2005 and 2352, when bogeys closed to within two miles of Bolo.


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I umpired amateur baseball for 13 seasons. Early in my career (?) I had a 12 year old do a forward flip over the catcher and land on home plate. Coaches wanted him called out for it, but since he made absolutely no contact with the catcher, no harm, no fouls, safe. Never saw it again. Until this.
 
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Many years ago, hanging with some folk 'round Lake Okeechobee, we were enjoying a large bonfire and some night fishing for monster Lake O bass. The drinking contingency were awaiting resupply via my buddy's sister - one of the few with a license.

She was about half an hour overdue, and a few were getting twitchy, when her Buick rolled in with a dangling headlight and fur wedged in the bumper.


She proceeded to tell the tale of a wild pig that made an inopportune cross of the highway, leading to the damage and lateness. Was there any concern for her potential injury or trauma?


Nope. About three locals piped up in unison: "WHERE'S THE PIG?!?"


She was simultaneously chastised for not hoisting the porker into the trunk, and pumped for directions to the delicious accident. A pickup took off, using a Q-beam held out the window in lieu of headlights, to look for the carcass. They later returned with a ~175lb slab of meat, lightly bruised.
 
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I'm currently at war with the Extens people. They started calling last week, & the first couple of calls, I was polite(yes I know, hard to believe, right?)& told them that no one here was interested in their "product". They have since called three more times, & I've become progressively louder & ruder. I think they may be using me for training now. I'm thinking about getting one of those boat klaxons to blow into the phone the next time they call, but the neighbors might complain. I wish there was someway I could legally bar them from calling the house. Oh well, I await their next attack...
I'd keep my ear plugs handy and let my Italian wife take the next call.
 
I'd keep my ear plugs handy and let my Italian wife take the next call.


I've had a few off-color conversations with "Rachel" from Card Services.


She assures me that there's no problem with any of my accounts...


I then proceed to see how long Mr. Rachel can put up with a string of weapons-grade obscenities before hanging up. One gentleman was doing quite a good job surviving the first assault, until I explained in excruciating detail [REDACTED]


Quite therapeutic, really.
 
I got in a 5.1 mile walk this morning before any appreciable rain started falling. I also did about 20 minutes of weight machine work at the gym. The rains stopped a bit after noon and I made a quick trip to Trader Joe's for Romaine lettuce, and a bottle of beer followed me home. Enough ice tea has been consumed today, let it be... Beer Time!

Today's selection is from Ft. Worth, TX, Rahr & Son Brewing Tenderfoot Barleywine. Pours black with a strong head. Smells like a fruity red wine. A sweet (sec), strong (11.5% ABV), beer with excellent mouth feel. Very filling, should be sipped over an extended period of time.

Food pairings... most any hearty food found at Renaissance Festivals, strong cheeses, roasted bone-in Bison veal chops, and pizza.

Cheers!

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Damn you! I Actually just drooled onto my tablet screen. I'm Jonesing for a beer so bad I can taste it. I can't have one though until after my doctors appt. Friday afternoon. I can't eat much of anything tasty either!
 
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