memphismason

OhShoot, that aint right. The things I would do to Salma is unreal, and then you had to show me a picture with her looking like Bin Laden. Shame, Shame, Shame. lol

Man that sucks. Maybe next time.

Jay1313g, I saw you down there with the little one shooting. The wife and I were down on lane 12. I wished I could have talked to you and introduced myself. Glad you got to come out.

I think the meet and shoot went great. I enjoyed seeing old friends and putting faces to Screen Names. After shooting, Halfpint, myself, my wife, jackdm3, and his cousin sat down in the cafe and had a good time talking and eating. When we left Jack and his cousin were going back in to shoot some more. All in all it was a great time. Thanks to a Joel at Range USA for allowing us to use a classroom to gather before hitting the Range. This allowed us to get to know everyone a little bit better. It is hard to talk at the lanes. I am now looking forward to the next meet.

I got ya man, that is why I was letting him know. I haven't talked to him in a while. Don't tell him, but I have kinda missed him.

Yeah I am guilty as charged. LOL I didn't even ready the other two questions all the way through. haha

Jack, I am pretty sure Punisher has a pretty good idea what we are talking about. He has been around TGO for a long time. The Memphis Members use to have monthly Meet & Shoots at Range USA, back when I first joined here.

Wondering where you went off to. We are having a Memphis meet at Range USA today at 1pm. If you have the time come on by.

Stumblebum? I didn't see that on the poll.

I am also anxious to get my hands on a C.O. Arms 1911. Having it built right in our own backyards is pretty cool.

Did it. These polls make me sick. They just pop up from time to time trying to stir the pot. Stupid antis.

Been looking into getting my first 1911. I have been flirting with RIA. I figured once I had the money to buy one of those, I would just keep saving and buy a Springfield. However, with Remington coming out of the wood work, I might just have found my new toy.

It got pretty nasty here this morning.

Yeah. An Outdoor Range today would not be good!

Also

Death of 'Caveman' ends an era in Idaho | Local News | Idaho Statesman Death of 'Caveman' ends an era in Idaho Richard Zimmerman, known to all as Dugout Dick, succumbs at 94 Known as the "Salmon River Caveman," Richard Zimmerman lived an essentially 19th century lifestyle, a digital-age anachronism who never owned a telephone or a television and lived almost entirely off the land. "He was in his home at the caves at the end, and it was his wish to die there," said Connie Fitte, who lived across the river. "He was the epitome of the free spirit." Richard Zimmerman had been in declining health when he died Wednesday. Few knew him by his given name. To friends and visitors to his jumble of cave-like homes scrabbled from a rocky shoulder of the Salmon River, he was Dugout Dick. He was the last of Idaho's river-canyon loners that date back to Territorial days. They are a unique group that until the 1980s included canyon contemporaries with names like Beaver Dick, Cougar Dave and Wheelbarrow Annie, "Buckskin Bill" (real name Sylvan Hart) and "Free Press Frances" Wisner. Fiercely independent loners, they lived eccentric lives on their own terms and made the state more interesting just by being here. Most, like Zimmerman, came from someplace else. Drawn by Idaho's remoteness and wild places removed from social pressures, they came and spent their lives here, leaving only in death. Some became reluctant celebrities, interviewed about their unusual lifestyles and courted by media heavyweights. Zimmerman was featured in National Geographic magazine and spurned repeated invitations to appear on the "Tonight Show." "I ride Greyhounds, not airplanes," he said in a 1993 Statesman interview. "Besides, the show isn't in California. The show is here." Cort Conley, who included Zimmerman in his 1994 book "Idaho Loners", said that "like Thoreau, he often must have smiled at how much he didn't need. É What gave him uncommon grace and dignity for me were his spiritual life, his musical artistry, his unperturbed acceptance of life as it is, and being a WWII veteran who had served his country and harbored no expectations in return." His metamorphisis to Dugout Dick began when he crossed a wooden bridge over the Salmon River in 1947 and built a makeshift home on the side of a hill. He spent the rest of his life there, fashioning one cavelike dwelling after another, furnishing them with castoff doors, car windows, old tires and other leavings. "I have everything here," he said. "I got lots of rocks and rubber tires. I have plenty of straw and fruit and vegetables, my dog and my cats and my guitars. I make wine to cook with. There's nothing I really need." Some of his caves were 60 feet deep. Though he "never meant to build an apartment house," he earned spending money by renting them for $2 a night. Some renters spent one night; others chose the $25 monthly rate and stayed for months or years. He lived in a cave by choice. Moved by a friend to a care center in Salmon at age 93 because he was in failing health, he walked out and hitchhiked home. Bruce Long, who rented one of his caves and looked after him, said the care center "had bingo and TV, but things like that held no interest for him. He just wanted to live in his cave. "People said he was the only person they'd ever known who was absolutely self-sufficient. He didn't work for anybody. He worked for himself." Born in Indiana in 1916, Zimmerman grew up on farms in Indiana and Michigan, the son of a moonshiner with a mean streak. He rebelled against his domineering father and ran away at a young age, riding the rails west and learning the hobo songs he later would play on a battered guitar for guests at his caves. He punched cows and worked as a farmhand, settling in Idaho's Lemhi Valley in 1937 and making ends meet by cutting firewood and herding sheep. In 1942, he joined the Army and served as a truck driver in the Pacific during World War II. When his service ended, he returned to Idaho and never left. He raised goats and chickens, tended a bountiful vegetable garden and orchard and stored what he couldn't eat or sell in a root cellar. A lifelong victim of a quarrelsome stomach, he survived largely on what he could grow or make. Homemade yogurt ranked among his proudest achievements. He was married once, briefly, to a pen-pal bride from Mexico. The other woman in his life, Bonnie Trositt, tired of life in a cave, left him for a job as a potato sorter and was murdered by her roommate. He claimed to see her spirit in the flickering light of a kerosene lamp on the cave walls. He rarely went to church, but read and quoted continually from the Bible. Services are pending. A brother, Raymond Zimmerman, has requested that his remains be sent to Illinois. Read more: http://www.idahostatesman.com/2010/04/23/1164899/death-of-caveman-ends-an-era-in.html#ixzz0lxQdSWT7

You are right. I have been completely surprised at some of my exit wound locations over the years. Once that boolit hit the animal, there are many things that could change it's path.

I would say I am excited, but I am anxious to see what happens.

I you can't find any Turkey loads, then I would definitely go with what was suggested and get some high brass #4 or #5, and shoot it a few times to see what your range would be.

I am looking forward to this! This Saturday @ Range USA @ 1pm. Range USA 2770 Whitten Road Memphis, TN 38133-4753 (901) 213-4774

That's a negative

Warm Bacon!!!!

100% awesome

Man I haven't seen any turkey loads for a 16 guage. Sorry.