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Post by Robster on Dec 10, 2020 12:07:20 GMT -5
I'm glad I am not the only small game hunter here. I sit long enough for the first deer to walk by. Put it in the freezer and back to rabbit and hare.
Sounds like an enjoyable day with your son. Nothing like making the memories that stories will be told about at family functions in the future. Keep making the memories. See my signature line.
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Post by Robster on Nov 15, 2020 9:23:48 GMT -5
I put a link to my imgur picture do you can see which one it is
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Post by Robster on Nov 15, 2020 9:22:24 GMT -5
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Post by Robster on Nov 14, 2020 10:25:44 GMT -5
Need an aluminum XR3 grip frame for an old model. Needs to have the plunger hole behind the trigger. Let me know if you have one for sale please.
Thanks
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Post by Robster on Nov 10, 2020 10:32:50 GMT -5
Great thread, I too used to do a lot of trapping. Now I spend my time chasing a pack of beagles around the woods and farmyards! I have great memories of trapping and and some nice furs hanging in my cabin.
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Post by Robster on Oct 21, 2020 7:26:42 GMT -5
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Post by Robster on Oct 10, 2020 5:56:33 GMT -5
I'm a gonna' have to buy a 1911 so I can get some grips! You took the words right out of my mouth
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Post by Robster on Oct 7, 2020 10:13:53 GMT -5
I thought this was hysterical and worthy of passing on.
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich.
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place. One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether). The light bulb went off in my head. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. Lets face it, to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like myself, (Ether), really doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of Pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles). At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the (Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. Pyrodex and 16 oz (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker you know? You know what? Screw that I'm going back in the house for the other can. Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'. I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck...OH SHIT! He just got home from work. So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTF look in his eyes. I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of Pyrodex and into the can. Oh Shit. When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from 235 fricking decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could see. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two. The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE FRICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE. There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". That son-of-a-bitch got up and ran off. So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my Thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback: ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOU'RE BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE. DAMNIT CEASE FIRE!!!!! His hat has blown off and is 30 ft. behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft. over our backyard. There is a Honda 185 3 wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires. I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know – I know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head. I don't think he heard me either... not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on. I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea. I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR. and Dad screaming "Bring Him back to life so I can kill him again". Thanks Mom. One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again, Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business. Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating, or both. I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.
~Author Unknown
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Post by Robster on Sept 24, 2020 6:54:09 GMT -5
FANTASTIC!!!!!
Great pictures!
I love wall tent camping. I have a week of wall tent, horseback, snowshoe hare hunting coming up early November. Your pictures have gotten me overly excited for the hunt.
Thanks for sharing your adventure and the fantastic photo's. Very much appreciate your effort to post more.
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Post by Robster on Sept 23, 2020 18:42:36 GMT -5
Outstanding is an understatement. As a horseman, that is a dream hunt for me as well!! Please share as many pictures of the hunt as you can. Camp photos, loaded pack animals, scenery.....
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Post by Robster on Sept 17, 2020 18:22:15 GMT -5
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Post by Robster on Sept 16, 2020 15:47:40 GMT -5
WOW!!!
Gorgeous wood!!
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Post by Robster on Sept 6, 2020 18:59:48 GMT -5
+1
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Post by Robster on Aug 13, 2020 8:07:48 GMT -5
Found one, thanks everyone!!
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Post by Robster on Aug 12, 2020 18:31:23 GMT -5
I have a SBH thumb spur style hammer that fit my OM Blackhawk Flattop .44 mag. I no longer have the OM Blackhawk but put the original hammer back in and kept the SBH style hammer. I need a donor blued SBH hammer. OM, NM doesn't matter as I am going to have the thumbspur cut off and welded onto my NM Single Six in .32 I realize I can use the one I have as a donor, but thought I would offer it up as trade as it fits OM Blackhawks. All I need is a non stainless SBH hammer in any condition, even if it is broken, as long as the thumbspur isn't broken Anyone interested in trading for it? Thanks Pics of the hammer to trade below
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