Nothing youngs me up and puts a swagger back in my step like shooting a 1911 on steel.
Except my gunbelt is now on the 36" hole instead of the 32".
Except my gunbelt is now on the 36" hole instead of the 32".
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74 going on 27 'cuz a cardiologist told me I have to come to grips with the fact I'm not 18 anymore.
Here is some of my old data…y’all are welcome to use.
My favorite part of this memorabilia is the data by Jack OConnor.Read all his stuff.
My favorite part of this memorabilia is the data by Jack OConnor.Read all his stuff.
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Old enough that I can say “I’ve got shoes older than you” to most of my coworkers.
And have it be true..
And have it be true..
Nope, not at all! Just reporting what the poll shows. Have to say that the rimfire shooters at the ranges where I shoot are, as a group, more "senior" than the majority of centerfire guys. Most of the centerfire shooters are shooting ARs it appears to me.
Ummmm..... there`s several of them that one would be well advised to think at least twice about it before calling them that.Must have a bunch of old wussies at that range.
Hmmm, now I'm wondering if it will even unroll?
Age? Well, my reloading manual cost $8.99 at Ace Hardware.
Thank you,
MrSmith
Whelp, I've been here 15 years... that gets me into the 15-19 at least.
I'm not afraid of a few fellow geezers. The kids would get a kick out of a geriatric throw down at the gun range. Something you don't see everyday. Plus, if you haven't noticed, we geezers give each other an inordinate amount of crap and not much is out of bounds... It's how we socialize. At least my group of old miscreants does. LOL
There's this guy Bart that is a member of our social circle. You gotta watch this guy. He came armed with Nutella and put some on another old fart's stool at the shooting bench. The guy really doubted himself for a minute and went in the bathroom to check his tighty whiteys after someone took him aside and pointed the stain out.
I’m old enough that I qualified with an M40A1 shooting 173gr Special Ball and my wife was a Nuclear Weapons Specialist in the Army. None of that shit has existed in a good while.
There's so many geezers because they can afford to shoot, the kids are grown and the house is paid off.
When I was in my 20's, so many people tried to talk me into shooting competitively (pistol). A couple practically begged me. I had no interest. Now that I'm thoroughly broken down, can't see, can't shoot well enough to not make myself angry, I think back and say "Why didn't I listen to them!?" Then I realize.. Oh yeah, because I would never been able to afford it. Hell when I finally did start shooting competitively at almost 40 I couldn't afford it then! I mostly gave it up because I was getting myself deeper and deeper in debt doing it.
Skip ahead a bunch more years, I'm not well off but I'm out of the hole with disposable income and can finally do it! But the interest is mostly gone. Which is probably a good thing because I'm a mess.
When I was in my 20's, so many people tried to talk me into shooting competitively (pistol). A couple practically begged me. I had no interest. Now that I'm thoroughly broken down, can't see, can't shoot well enough to not make myself angry, I think back and say "Why didn't I listen to them!?" Then I realize.. Oh yeah, because I would never been able to afford it. Hell when I finally did start shooting competitively at almost 40 I couldn't afford it then! I mostly gave it up because I was getting myself deeper and deeper in debt doing it.
Skip ahead a bunch more years, I'm not well off but I'm out of the hole with disposable income and can finally do it! But the interest is mostly gone. Which is probably a good thing because I'm a mess.
And we got started early on our grumpy old men thing.
My friend Lee was 17 years older than I was (he has passed on.) He would leave to get something and say, "I'll be back."
I would reply, "Thanks for the warning."
We normally took a short break at lunch during the week (construction) but go on Fridays to a nice little mom and pop diner where, about 25 years ago, you could eat yourself into stupidity for about 7 bucks including a dollar tip. For example, we would go to the Bill Smith Cafe on University Drive (Hwy 380) in McKinney, Texas. (They served breakfast and lunch only.)
We would go back to the job after lunch and Lee would say, "I feel full and totally useless."
I would reply, "How do we tell the difference between now and before lunch?"
Lee is the one that signed my certificate that I have shown here, that I have earned my paperwork to be an official complete asshole.
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^^^^^You gotta love good friends like that. They are usually few and far between.
Man isn't that the truth. I get really mad at myself sometimes. I'm a little crusty but am pretty tolerant of others actually. With myself? There is no quarter given. I set my own standards very high and I alone enforce them. I'm a self dictator. LOL
80 year old grumpy old man but still have some 18 year old tendencies.
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing them to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing them to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Can you swing them over your shoulder
Like the red janmejal told ya
Do your balls hang low
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing them to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Do they make a lusty clama
When you hit them with a hammer
Do your balls hang low
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing them to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Do they make a hollow sound
When you drag them on the ground
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing them to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing them to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Can you swing them over your shoulder
Like the red janmejal told ya
Do your balls hang low
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing them to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Do they make a lusty clama
When you hit them with a hammer
Do your balls hang low
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing them to and fro
Can you tie them in a knot
Can you tie them in a bow
Do they make a hollow sound
When you drag them on the ground
Do your balls hang low
Well, my 50th is just 6 years away. More than a few I graduated with will never be able to attend.
I’m so old, I’m retiring in two days. My last day is Thursday. Good Friday will truly be the best Friday.
Congratulations on your retirement sir! I just retired two months ago and am thoroughly enjoying it.
Another verse we sang in grade school:
Do your balls hang low
Can you swing 'em to and fro
Can you tie 'em in a knot
Can you tie 'em in a bow
Can you throw 'em over your shoulder
Like an old Spanish soldier
Do your balls hang low
Thank you,
MrSmith
For us it was a Continental Soldier.
Graduated in a class of 24 in '78
I went to my 25th and probably go to my 50th. (It'll be the missus' 45th)
My youngest graduated in a class of 3, same three all through K to 12.
Kids came and went, most they ever got up to was 5 in the class
I went to my 25th and probably go to my 50th. (It'll be the missus' 45th)
My youngest graduated in a class of 3, same three all through K to 12.
Kids came and went, most they ever got up to was 5 in the class
Where was this? Sounds ideal like Little House on the Prairie. LOL When I was in High School we had a lot of our classes in portable classrooms because the population outgrew the school.
Florida is getting out of control with the population. Over 1000 per day moving to my State. It's almost unsustainable. It works out for me because our property values skyrocketed and I'm getting the hell out of here and headed to Kentucky on 25 acres.
I responded to the poll as my age is 69.
Not because I am, but I’ll never waste an opportunity to use the number 69 in a conversation!
Well for crap sake... It's people like you that give me pause for childish behavior. Then I laugh my ass off.
In the world of aviation, kids love to talk total flight time, somewhat like 1/4" MOA is talked about here. One day while sitting around the old round-table at the airport, this young flight instructor asked the old crop duster how much flight time he had....no joke. The old timer replied... "SONNY I HAVE MORE TIME CRASHING THAN YOU HAVE TOTAL....end of discussion!
Western Nebraska
Two hours to a Walmart, an hour to a town of 3000, may be an hour or more for EMS or Fire
You depend on yourself and neighbors for most stuff
It's nice and quiet and we like it that way.
It ain't like the old days we grew up in, but it's close
Good luck on your move!
I fly myself, so I get it. I knew a crop duster pilot that flew out of Belle Glade in Florida by Lake Okeechobee. Dusting sugar cane fields and flying under power lines, etc... That guy was a complete nut job, but I was jealous. LOL
Hell we used to sing that at summer camp!
Along with: (to the tune of coming round the mountain):
She was coming round the mountain doing 90
When the chain on her motorcycle broke.
She was found in the grass with a muffler up her ass
And her tits playing Dixie on the spokes!
An d then there was “great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts…”
Camp was not full of pussies back then.
Sirhr
Marinated monkey meat, chopped up little birdie feet...
Ours had 'French fried eyeballs swimming in a bloody stream'!
Doing 90 miles an hour .......... no change, that's the way we sang it at our place as well.
Great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
dirty little birdie feet
french fried eyeballs baked in a pool of blood
and me without my spoon
Finally, we are bringing Americans closer through song.
Thank you,
MrSmith
Ahhh, memories. We sang it the same as this except the little birdy line. Ours was “little birdy’s turdy feet”
In our version we inserted " little hairy piggie feet " between " gopher guts" and " monkey meat ".
You sonsuhbitches are going to have me humming these dumb songs all day now.
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