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There is nothing like a BUFF!

#1 thing to remember - there are fish everywhere, except for the Dead Sea and Great Salt Lake (and maybe Lake Norman, NC).   If they're not biting the problem is you.

They ('they' being Canadians, in general) will blame America eventually.   There's a lot of hard-core, head-in-the-sand libs in Canada.   About the same percentage as in Maryland.

I'll stick with my favorite . . . :D

I've been to Farnsworth's once and only once.  Felt I needed a bath in DDT after leaving that filthy place.

  She'll change her mind after using it once.  Then it'll be the most awesome yard decoration ever.

Rule #1 is "Never scare the horses" or, in this case, the sheep.   PS - also, never scare a cop!

Look at the S&W Bodyguard .38 also. I carry a 638, my wife has the Bodyguard, and my daughter has the Ruger snubby. I've shot all 3 and they're all good and of comparable quality.

They do this down in Riceville TN when the weather allows - I think the website is Shocktober Nights.

Bring me a sardine!

I carry a couple of speed loaders in a pocket.  Yep, I wear baggy pants.  With my 'figure', it's merciful to others.

The image that popped into my mind was a '53 Ford.

https://www.facebook.com/AthensBarnCenter

My shed is Amish (or maybe just Mennonite or conscientious objector) built, came from a lot in Athens.  Plywood floors, shelves, loft, 12x24.  Just love it.

I have Ashley Big Dot's on on my SIG - tritium front and an unlighted express rear.  If I'm focusing on the front sight, I barely notice the rear.

It's also kinda ridiculous going nekkid when Walmart is the only place within 50 miles where you can buy a pair of jeans.

It's amazing what amuses some people.  SMH.

Ditto on the used Smiths.  Also consider a used SIG.

I enjoyed the experience of retiring so much that I did it twice.  Really enjoyed it both times.  Congratulations!

  What's worse?  Stopping when the alarm goes off so you can be treated like a thief.  That's worse to me.   If you paid for everything in your cart, ignore the damn alarm.  Continue to your car and leave.  Seriously!   When the little old lady at Walmart asks to see my receipt, at most I'll wave it at her if it's in my hand.  If I get sass, I offer to call 911 and wait there for the police to come and investigate the suspected shoplifting.  I haven't gotten any takers yet.   You don't have to put up with this crap!

It's my receipt.  Give me a dollar and I'll let you see it.

  Oh Lord . . . .

Chicken nipples!  I'll work that phrase into conversations somewhere, sometime.  Thanks!

Outstanding!

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