Yes sir. And my wife doesn’t retire until August. I get a four month vacation.Retirement = Every day is Saturday

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Join the contestYes sir. And my wife doesn’t retire until August. I get a four month vacation.Retirement = Every day is Saturday
The spirit is willing, though the flesh is weak.
Apparently as the poll indicates, you're dealing with a bunch of old guys here. It was inevitable. But thanks for doing this, I think a lot of us are having a pretty good time with it.As the OP, certainly didn`t see my original post leading in this direction!! But if it led to a few smiles and pleasant recollections, so much the better!
Yup, sounds like these guysAnd 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.
Boy Scout Camp west of Austin in the 60's was in the cedar covered hills on Lake Austin. Charles Whitman was one of the volunteer Scout Masters. Three weeks after summer camp was over he went up on the U.T. Tower and did his thing.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.
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Glad folks are enjoying it. The distribution, obviously, is muc h more evenly distributed on SH, although I thought the 30-39`s would be represented a bit more. As for rimfire shooters, what I find more than a little amusing is that it appears to be another example of life going in circles. For many, early in life, a rimfire rifle (.22 ) was the first " real " gun. Now, later in life, rimfires are once again what many primarily shoot.Apparently as the poll indicates, you're dealing with a bunch of old guys here. It was inevitable. But thanks for doing this, I think a lot of us are having a pretty good time with it.
I think that might be part of living on a fixed income. And honestly, I was joking around about it before to ya, some geezers don't like getting slammed around with recoil. Lets face it, when I hit my 70's, I'll probably concede defeat and pass my 7RM along to my nephew. I hope not, but I'm a realist. However, I'm also stubborn and might just suck it up. We'll find out when I get there. LOLwhat I find more than a little amusing is that it appears to be another example of life going in circles. For many, early in life, a rimfire rifle (.22 ) was the first " real " gun. Now, later in life, rimfires are once again what many primarily shoot.
Better make good use of that time…Yes sir. And my wife doesn’t retire until August. I get a four month vacation.![]()
They always find a way...Though she might start expecting things be done around the house while she’s at work.
I've recently been thinking of my first serious shooter, a Crossman .177 pellet/BB gun. It was very accurate. I could break pencils, matchsticks and even lit a wooden match with it on my first try.Glad folks are enjoying it. The distribution, obviously, is muc h more evenly distributed on SH, although I thought the 30-39`s would be represented a bit more. As for rimfire shooters, what I find more than a little amusing is that it appears to be another example of life going in circles. For many, early in life, a rimfire rifle (.22 ) was the first " real " gun. Now, later in life, rimfires are once again what many primarily shoot.
Thank you.Better make good use of that time…
Though she might start expecting things be done around the house while she’s at work.
Welcome to a next chapter in life.
Memories. Back in 1976 and 1977, I was in the Boy Scouts. Our scoutmaster was formerly a pilot in the military. In civilian life, he flew 747s. He was also a 5th degree black belt in Kenpo Karate and was teaching us scouts for free.Boy Scout Camp west of Austin in the 60's was in the cedar covered hills on Lake Austin. Charles Whitman was one of the volunteer Scout Masters. Three weeks after summer camp was over he went up on the U.T. Tower and did his thing.
We were right in the middle of the Vietnam War and most of our Scout Masters were in the military or former military, with names like Sgt. Clark, Sgt. Brite.
The Boy Scout Camp was called Camp Tom Wooten, but because of all the chiggers it was called Camp Tom Wooter-itch. The predominant slur back then that could be heard throughout the camps was 'queer', although most of us at ten and eleven back then didn't know what a queer was. Anyone that fuc't up was a queer. If you really did screw up you were ordered to the front of the Scout Master's tent, got yelled at and usually assigned litter patrol or latrine duty.
We had a flagpole that flew the Stars and Stripes that taps was played under, Marine Ka-Bars were commonly worn and one Scout Master carried a Colt Woodsman, we had a rifle range where I learned to shoot with peep sights, a screened in messhall that served the best French toast and scrambled eggs at breakfast, everything had a military atmosphere and bearing and I fucking loved it.
If I had a practical, convenient place to shoot, I'm not talking about some indoor pressure tube, I'm talking about a place to plink, run steel plates and shoot paper without some rangedick bothering me, I'd be blasting away right now.I think that might be part of living on a fixed income. And honestly, I was joking around about it before to ya, some geezers don't like getting slammed around with recoil. Lets face it, when I hit my 70's, I'll probably concede defeat and pass my 7RM along to my nephew. I hope not, but I'm a realist. However, I'm also stubborn and might just suck it up. We'll find out when I get there. LOL
Atta boy!I love the recoil of a .45 with beavertail rocking in my hand and my G19 is a hoot to shoot. So is my AK.
What's stopping you besides lack of money or inherited land?If I had a practical, convenient place to shoot, I'm not talking about some indoor pressure tube, I'm talking about a place to plink, run steel plates and shoot paper without some rangedick bothering me, I'd be blasting away right now.
I love the recoil of a .45 with beavertail rocking in my hand and my G19 is a hoot to shoot. So is my AK.
Both A and B.What's stopping you besides lack of money or inherited land?JK
You were a youngster in Vietnam. I’m 75 and was in country in 1971. (11C but assigned to Target Mission Force doing classified electronic warfare. Lots of fun, and we did a good job).Turned 70 last November. Have a war behind me …Vietnam , graduated from a good college , back when they were good. Retired with good Bennies. Been a widower for 10 yrs , have a beautiful daughter and granddaughter , been with my first GF ever for 6 yrs. ( met her when she was 15 , I was 17).
Got up this morning and ran 5 miles, got laid after a shower. Going to sight in a rifle later today. Making a Beer run too.
Too bad the world has gone to shit. I didn’t think I would witness it fall.
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Oh hell yes.Give me a few weeks and I might just say the hell with it, and start back training. You only live once I damned for sure don’t want to spend it sitting on a couch waiting to die.
I was young indeed !! Spent my 19th , 20th , 21st BD’s at Sea.You were a youngster in Vietnam. I’m 75 and was in country in 1971. (11C but assigned to Target Mission Force doing classified electronic warfare. Lots of fun, and we did a good job).
I must add that when I was your age, I was doing cycling time trials and if not winning finishing on the podium. Now the med pros are saying I might want to reconsider Racing. I had planned on racing past a hundred. Give me a few weeks and I might just say the hell with it, and start back training. You only live once I damned for sure don’t want to spend it sitting on a couch waiting to die.
I remember that pic.Seems like only yeaterday I was in diapers.