Pygmy

I was at a podiatrist's office. He had a new chair resembling a dentist's chair..He told me to turn over on my stomach ( so he could work on the bottom of my foot). He pressed a button and my BUTT rose up in the air... I said to him " I'll bet they sell a lot of these chairs to proctologists"... He said.........." You bet your ass".....True story....

Doe..Sounds like fun in NB..Wish I was going along.. I might add that nearly all of my woodcock shooting has been done with light, open choke, relatively short barreled guns, two different 20 gauge sxs and a 28 gauge sxs. Anything heavier or longer ( like Joe Average 12 gauge pump or auto) is at a disadvantage here... I have also always done better at fast, instinctive wingshooting than I have at longer range, deliberate shooting.. I always scored much better at skeet than at trap...

You have the terminology wrong, Dan... If you shoot them on the wing, they are called GROUSE. If you shoot them on the ground or off a limb, they are called PARTRIDGE....<<grin>>...

Grouse without a doubt... They are at top speed and dodging cover right from the takeoff..They also are quick to put some cover between you and themselves. Woodcock are slow and easy...The only thing that makes them tough is the fact that they generally flush in very close cover, so you need quick reflexes and an open choke. In anyplace resembling open cover, they are a piece of cake. Pheasants fly direct but FAST.... Much faster than grouse when they get up to speed... It is easy to underlead them and shoot holes in thier tailfeathers...However thier direct flight makes them easier to hit than grouse, despite the fact that they can fly about 20MPH faster than grouse, at top speed.

WAUGH ! You mean a full time NIGHT woman ? I kept a squaw for nigh on to two years. Cheyenne, she was, meanest bitch that ever bawled for beads. I lodgepoled her down on the Musselshell, swapped her for a Hawken gun... Bearclaw Chris Lapp....

I haven't been much involved in buying/selling for the last ten years or so.. My gut feel is that if it has a good bore, perhaps $200... I sold a sporterized ( BUBBA'd) Eddystone 1917 a few years ago for $125...I had bought it with an old El Paso Weaver V8 for $100...I shot it a few times and it did not group well..I kept the scope and sent the rifle down the road.

I have had good luck with the Mr. Twister knife.. However, I use it mainly for cleaning fish, rather than general meat carving or butchering chores.

Don't spend $$ on an aftermarket choke until you pattern the full choke that came with your shotgun. Some of those standard choke tubes pattern pretty darn good.

I've been planning to procrastinate about my honeydo list, but I haven't got around to it..

Walk across the street ( accompanied by The Mermaid) to the Acorn Mart for coffee and to read the Sunday Paper ( Fat Paper Day). We sit in a booth with a few other retired old farts. Come home and whip up a quick breakfast... We split an omelet this morning, so tomorrow will probably be Eggos plus bacon or link sausage.. Clear the walks and the driveway of that white stuff that fell this afternoon.. Around noon I'll gather up my buddy Howie and head over to the Legion for Sunday School, which will include a couple of beers and opening a few bell jar tickets.. After that I'll come home and whip up something for supper.. I have some leftover turkey, so tettrazinni is a definite maybe.. Pretty exciting stuff, EH ..?..

John Holmes' zipper ?

Yup...I have read the accounts of both of them I suspect that Robert Redford may not have been the SEX SYMBOL draw if the movie had been titled " Liver Eating Johnson"...hehehehe..

Geeze, Wooly... I was starting to CHUB UP, until I saw the picture.. In any case, congrats for getting lucky on Valentine's Day...

Nope, WC...That was Del Gue (with an E).. He was referring to the deceased " Hatchet Jack" out of whose frozen fingers Jerimiah pried his .50 cal Hawken... The quote was something like... " Hatchet Jack was a wild one...He spent two winters in a cave with a female panther..She never DID get used to him"..

" The Good Lord makes no stone harder than a woman's breast, and I can find no sign on it".. Bearclaw Chris Lapp in the film " Jerimiah Johnson"...

" The French don't care what they DO, actually, as long as they PRONOUNCE it correctly"....Dr Henry Hill, from "My Fair Lady"...

" Women, can't live WITH them......Pass the beer nuts"... Norm Peterson, my mentor and role model.

" What we have here is a failure to communicate"..Strother Martin as " The Captain", in the film Cool Hand Luke.

Sorry, Growie... I must be off my game...<<sigh>>... You're not the FIRST woman that I ever disappointed...

Who or what is a Rush Limbaugh ?

I heard a similar story, except it was passenger pigeons that clogged the engines, rather than Canada geese... Shucks, I can tell combat stories just as good as Brian Williams, and I've never even BEEN in combat....Hmmmmmm...

Pitching a TENT...?? HUGE..?? We aren't BRAGGING a little here are we..??... hehehehe...

Steve...Post " The World's Shortest Fairy Tale " again.. It's my favorite..I'm sure some of the members here haven't seen it yet...<<grin>>...

" RESIDENT EXTREMISTS "...?.. On THIS forum...?.. Who'd a THUNK it...?..

Being somewhat of a military history buff, winter camping brings to mind the Marines fighting near the Chosin Reservoir during the Korean Conflict. They endured temps well below zero with little or no shelter. At night they held off human wave attacks of hordes of Chinese troops blowing bugles, screaming and throwing grenades. "There's a thousand Chinks coming through the pass playing burp gun boogie all over my ass"... I'll bet not one of the survivors of that ordeal was interested in winter camping after that...