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Thanks I will make sure I keep a check on the rear sight.

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I bought a Iver Johnson 22lr carbine today and it even came with a extra magazine, magazines for these guns are expensive and hard to find. It looks just like the first gun I ever bought/owned. I helped a guy roof a house and he gave me $100 dollar bill and I bought the gun for $80. Stupid me traded it off to Asherbranner's in Gallatin, because I wanted a semi-auto shotgun. The gun looks a lot better than it does in the pictures.

For Life, Liberty and Little Lizzie! “Why do you carry a gun?” - John Connor, GunCrankDiaries From American Handgunner, the July/August 2005 Issue. quote:“Why do you carry a gun?” If I had a nickel for every time I’ve been asked that question, I’d have, uh … as many guns as his firearm-festooned Editorial Immenseness, Roy-Boy. It’s been asked of me by all flavors of folks in all slices of society, with attitudes and expressions ranging from angry-arrogant to curtly-contemptuous, to brainless an’ befuddled. My answers to it have sorta formed three phases in my professional gun-carrying life. During that first and longest phase, I answered all of ’em sincerely and articulately, often following up with stacks of historic and legal documents. After many years, I concluded only a semi-significant sliver of people even heard what I was sayin’. The rest had already made up their muddled minds. Finally, I just got sick of it, and moved on to Phase 2. If those asking seemed to have teensy open spaces in their minds, I gave ’em S & A: “Sincere & Articulate.” The more harshly-bleating sheep, however, often got exchanges like this: “So,” queried Snidely Snotworth III, lookin’ down his un-busted but needed-bustin’ nose, “Why do you think you have to carry a gun?” “Well,” bellowed the Brutish Neanderthal (that would be me): “Because you’re not QUALIFIED to carry one. You haven’t got the skills, the judgment, the sense of responsibility, or the courage for it.” This answer often popped out after I’d just returned from some Heart-Of-Darkness where every living soul knew that the difference between slaves and free people is having the means and determination to defend their lives, property and liberties. That meant having guns and guts and God-given rights. Most of those people would quite literally die fighting for the freedoms so many Americans casually give away, and proudly bear social responsibilities those sheeple* won’t even recognize. *Sheeple: Sheep-like people, many of whom deny the existence of wolves, and vote to pull the teeth of the sheepdogs who protect the flock. The Voices Then I matriculated to Phase 3, where I started having some fun with the Snidely Snotworth types. When they asked the Big Question, I’d go all hunchy-shouldered an’ secretive, then lean in close and mutter, “Because of the voices, ya know?” “The VOICES?” sniveled the Snidelies, suddenly scaredy-cattish. “Oh, yeah, the voices … They told me to be, you know, prepared for when the killer clowns come … ” I’d furtively goggle around. “The voices say the killer clowns are comin’ … They’re cannibals, some of ’em, and … ” About that time the Snidelies would be skitterin’ away like mice on polished marble. Yeah, I know, the “killer clowns” answer might not have been “helpful,” but it did just as much good as giving S&A answers to the sheeple, and it was a lot more fun for me. I know you already know why we carry these cannons. But sometimes, just sometimes, we all need a little reminder. That includes me, and I’ve got one to share with you. One that got me where I live. The Connor Clan has been nomadic, and we’ve lived in a number of places. In one of ’em, we shared a side yard and friendship with a young woman we’ll call Miss Maine, and her knee-high daughter, Little Lizzie. Miss Maine quickly bonded with the Memsaab Helena. Clearly, Helena’s Amazon-warrior spirit and skill with arms impressed Miss Maine mightily, and much of their time and talk revolved around that fierce self-confidence — and guns. As for Little Lizzie, the munchkin almost duct-taped herself to the Mem’s leg. She followed Helena everywhere, but always, always, kept glancing back to check on her momma, as though she were the worried parent. There was something guarded, something hurt and defensive about both of them, and that fearfulness extended to me for a while. They got over it, thank God. Then I sorta became a moving bunker for ’em, representing cover and protection. Finally, we learned the story. Miss Maine had been attacked — brutally and viciously. You don’t wanta know the details. As with so many such crimes, it wasn’t really about sex. It was about hate and domination, cowardice and cruelty. And an even younger Little Lizzie had witnessed it. I like to think the Memsaab and I helped them to recover emotionally. Then one day Lizzie came and snuggled into my shadow, visibly disturbed. That morning her kindergarten had put on “Frighten The Munchkins Day.” Some schools do a pretty good job of alerting children to predators — don’t go with strangers and that kinda thing — but others do more harm than good. All they do is terrify the tots and give ’em no operating options. Lizzie already had twin tears glistening, ready to fall when she grabbed a tiny fistful of my trouser-leg and asked, “Connor-Sir, will you a’ways be here? Wouldja be here … When the bad mens come?” My knees cracked on the sidewalk as she slammed into my shoulder, shaking with sobs as the hot tears came, splashing my neck and searing into my soul. “ ’Cause I’m a-scared!” she choked, and clutched me tighter. Oh, GOD! Who would not — who could not — fight without fear, suffer without sense of sacrifice, and kill or die deliberately, using the most effective means available — to protect life, liberty and a Little Lizzie? For God’s sake, who? Those who would not are no better than the predators. Maybe in Phase 4, when somebody pops The Big Question I’ll just smile and say, “For life, liberty and Little Lizzie.” You guys can fill in the details. hope this is ok , i pulled it from glocktalk and assume repost here is fine “Why do you carry a gun?†- John Connor, GunCrankDiaries

Nice, I like the KLR650's but my feet do not touch the ground on those.

If you ever get to feeling bad about your looks do not wait until someone sends you one of these go to People of Walmart.com and then you will feel better about yourself.

Tweety liked to play in the bathtub with the water on drizzle also. He would go into the bathroom with any family member when they took a bath or shower, but he would not get in the shower with them, he hated to get wet but loved to play with water. Little Jack loves to play especially with the laser pointer and also loves catnip.

My wife wanted to get her permit and she always wanted my Taurus 85ul so I bought a S&W 442 ( cause you gotta have a snub nose ), and let her have the 85. I took her to the range let her shoot it first and 5 shots later she said it kicked to hard, so she shot my Glock 19 and really liked it. Before we left Guns and Leather she looked at the Glocks and liked the 26 so I rented her one to she if she liked before I bought one.

My new Maine Coon, Little Jack

Here are some more: These are from the breeders website when he was 10 months old:

I got another Main Coon on Tuesday. His name is Little Jack, he is five years old, weighs 15 pounds, and his color is a cream and white. For the ones that do not know my last Maine passed away in Dec. 18, 2010 http://www.tngunowners.com/forums/general-off-topic/50485-i-had-put-down-my-buddy-today.html

Thanks for the update, did the motorcyclist have to fix his motorcycle or did the state pay to have it fixed?

I do not think the guy needed to be pulled off his motorcycle. Does anyone on here know what happened or the outcome? LiveLeak.com - Rider pulled from motorcycle by trooper after chase maintains innocence

I have a P22 and the frame is painted to look like carbon fiber.

Welcome, I live in Gallatin also.

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My wife seen a breast cancer M&P and she wanted it because of the pink grip. I told her you shot my M&P and did not like it. We went to Academy Sports on another day and she saw a pink Taurus and wanted it and I told her they were junk and it would be better to have her Glock 26 dyed pink. My wife likes the way a gun looks and will not shoot unless she likes the way it looks. I have tried getting her to shoot .22LR handguns and she refuses to shoot one because it is a .22LR. One time I talked her into she shot my 22/45, Neos and my P22 and said she did not like them.

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I just got back into the hobby. I got a Traxxas Slash 4x4. I love it

Thank you guys, they are like your kids. The ones that have or had a Maine Coon know what I am talking about they are always near thier owners and always try to help them with what they are doing. Tweety always met me at the back door when I came home from work, one night about 3 weeks ago I had to work until 9pm and my said he sat at the back door until I came home.

Thanks guys. Tweety was a Maine Coon and thay call them a mans cat because they follow their owner where ever they go, and he always met me at the back door when I came home.

Tweety had a knot in his in Oct and we took him to the vet and had it removed and the vet sent it out for a biopsy and it was thyroid cancer. Another knot came back less than a month later. The Vet said it was a fast growing cancer and if we treated with chemo it would only extend his life another 6 months, but we did not want to put him through. We had to put him to sleep today, he was buddy for the past seven and a half years.

A bunch of us from church went on a bike ride one weekend to ride the snake and the Dragon. We were on the Blue Ridge Parkway when a bear cub came out of the woods and ran right into second motorcycle in line, which turned the bear sideways for the third guy, when he hit that bear cub he and his motorcycle went down. I was the fourth in line, I had front seat view of the event and I grabbed a handful brake. I remember trying to get stopped so I would not into Josh or his motorcycle, and I as was stopping I just remember Josh sliding on the road beside me. Thank the Lord he was not hurt too bad. We got his bike fixed enough to ride to Gatlinburg, and went the next morning to get a new brake lever, rode the rest of the day with only a rear brake, and from Gatlinburg to motorcycle dealership near the 407mm on I-40.

I drive a big truck for a living and I have seen a few things. I was driving from Columbia to Lewisburg on Hwy 50 and a Mustang going toward Columbia lost control of his car in a curve went across my lane and spun around 3 times in the grass on my shoulder and came back across the road and we hit left front fender to left front fender. Luckily (Thank the Lord), we was not going very fast by the time we hit. We were very lucky, we both drove away.

I know I need to make it back up there, work slowed down and ammo was hard to find last year, so slacked off on IDPA. I might try to make the Nov shoot.