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Originally Posted By greyguy:
Well it made me laugh. Good work! View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes |
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I checked yesterday and it didn't look like Kermit has been on since 1/24/17. Didn't he have a prolonged absence in the other for a while too?
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I haven't noticed a post from him in the other thread in quite some time. Hopefully he's okay and hopefully he'll come back and keep this story going...
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“I cannot undertake to lay my finger on that article of the Constitution which granted a right to Congress of expending, on objects of benevolence, the money of their constituents.”
- James Madison |
Just found this story.
What an excellent writer. The movie starts playing in my head immediately and runs very smoothly. I do hope he returns, and soon. Cat |
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Dernitalltoheck! I saw this thread had been bumped and got all excited. Kermit, come out, come out wherever you are! We all need you and your story! A Promise Made is binding you know!
Is it too early to begin forming a search party? |
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Damn I always find the really good dead threads
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@kermit
Is this thing on? |
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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Just read this and am sad because like a lot of other great stories,to they start here byt they are almost never finished
We use to have a lot of great stores here and for the few that still post I thank you. Wish more folks that have stories would put them up here. Great way to get feed back Hope we see more chapters cause this one started out great |
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IT IS WHAT IT IS
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Doggonit again! I saw the bump and got all excited to read more Promises only to find it was just one of us "mere" readers bumping around in the dark again. Maybe if we make enough noise in here, kermit will come back to see what is going on and bring us more story??
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Originally Posted By GreenGiant:
Doggonit again! I saw the bump and got all excited to read more Promises only to find it was just one of us "mere" readers bumping around in the dark again. Maybe if we make enough noise in here, kermit will come back to see what is going on and bring us more story?? View Quote |
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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I hope this story continues..
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A cowboy & indian & muslim
Indian: My people were many, now we are few. Muslim; Once my people were few, and now we are many. Cowboy;That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet |
Any updates?
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A cowboy & indian & muslim
Indian: My people were many, now we are few. Muslim; Once my people were few, and now we are many. Cowboy;That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet |
Let's get a bunch of activity in here and maybe @kermit will come back. Lol
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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Oooohhhh, kermit. Come out, come out, wherever you are!! We know you are here somewhere! Please come Keep your Promises!
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A cowboy & indian & muslim
Indian: My people were many, now we are few. Muslim; Once my people were few, and now we are many. Cowboy;That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet |
Wow! What a pleasant surprise!
Great concept; including members as characters from DCB's thread. And fun! Not to mention, I like what you've done so far. Very nice - but, damn! I've got work to get to this morning!!!! LOL ETA: Good Lord! I'd forgotten you started this on the "other thread"! (embarrassed) I've not had time to spend checking/rechecking it so it's great you've started one of your own, OP. Enjoying it immensely! |
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"A fear of weapons is a sign of retarded sexual and emotional maturity" --- Sigmond Freud, General Introduction to Psychoanalysis
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Hulloo the Camp!! Is there anybody home? Ohhh, kermit! Where are you hiding? Please come back and finish this whilst we wait and pine for DCB to work his magic over there! Have you been requested to Cease and Desist? (I hope not!) or have you just Lost Interest? (Perish the thought!). We all are waiting patiently but we miss the characters that have been growing here.
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I'm still here waiting. Lol
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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If Kermit would have continued this would have been finished and published before that other one starts down the track.
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I came in here today with the idea that I'd @kermit to try to see what he's up to, but I forgot that I've already tried it. Lol.
He's got a recent post in another area, so maybe we can jog his memory! |
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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Originally Posted By DFARM:
I came in here today with the idea that I'd @kermit to try to see what he's up to, but I forgot that I've already tried it. Lol. He's got a recent post in another area, so maybe we can jog his memory! View Quote |
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Someone should start adding on to it. That's how this one came about. He gave us an outline to work from. Lol
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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Hopeful bump. @kermit
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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Dang it DFARM! You got me all excited that maybe @kermit had returned to this thread and continued the story. Oh, kermit! Where are you? Come Out!, Come Out! Wherever you are!!
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I'm still here. Thank you for keeping the fires burning.
I've been waiting, mostly patiently, for someone else to get out of the way. There was no 'cease and desist' (in fact it was quite the opposite), but I was causing interference and chose to wait. The good news is that the story is mostly finished. The bad news is that it's all in my head. I had plenty of time to think while I was working on not being dead last year. At one point a nurse walked in, found me crying, and I ended up explaining to a very concerned (and very self important) hospital counselor that I was composing a letter in my head from a dying man to an unborn child as part of a book. It's good to know that people are still interested in my folly. It will all end up here........eventually. By the way: I did manage to work in a wheelbarrow, a 10/22, and a .38. |
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Welcome back
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A cowboy & indian & muslim
Indian: My people were many, now we are few. Muslim; Once my people were few, and now we are many. Cowboy;That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet |
I can't wait Kermit.
Did you involve Spring Creek in the story very much? Last summer most of the Rubies behind it burned up in two different fires. Lamoille Canyon got toasted. Glad you back. |
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Originally Posted By kermit:
I'm still here. Thank you for keeping the fires burning. I've been waiting, mostly patiently, for someone else to get out of the way. There was no 'cease and desist' (in fact it was quite the opposite), but I was causing interference and chose to wait. The good news is that the story is mostly finished. The bad news is that it's all in my head. I had plenty of time to think while I was working on not being dead last year. At one point a nurse walked in, found me crying, and I ended up explaining to a very concerned (and very self important) hospital counselor that I was composing a letter in my head from a dying man to an unborn child as part of a book. It's good to know that people are still interested in my folly. It will all end up here........eventually. By the way: I did manage to work in a wheelbarrow, a 10/22, and a .38. View Quote Hope to see you writing soon. |
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I survived the cock storm of 11/21/2012.
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Originally Posted By kermit:
I'm still here. Thank you for keeping the fires burning. I've been waiting, mostly patiently, for someone else to get out of the way. There was no 'cease and desist' (in fact it was quite the opposite), but I was causing interference and chose to wait. The good news is that the story is mostly finished. The bad news is that it's all in my head. I had plenty of time to think while I was working on not being dead last year. At one point a nurse walked in, found me crying, and I ended up explaining to a very concerned (and very self important) hospital counselor that I was composing a letter in my head from a dying man to an unborn child as part of a book. It's good to know that people are still interested in my folly. It will all end up here........eventually. By the way: I did manage to work in a wheelbarrow, a 10/22, and a .38. View Quote Will the wheelbarrow be of the "tactical" variety? Inquiring minds want to know! Please get the whole story written down even if it is not immediately available here so that nothing gets lost in some dark back corner of your brain. Here is to your Good Health in the coming year so that you may fulfill your Promises Made! |
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Damn....one midnight post and they all come out of the woodwork. It's good to see everyone again.
Spring Creek is still part of the second story line. The idea is that the book would flip back and forth between the two locations, so I need to put some of the Nevada stuff out here. It's supposed to rain all weekend here. Look for an update Sunday-ish. |
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Welcome back to the land of the living!
Here's to good health in the future |
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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Originally Posted By kermit:
Damn....one midnight post and they all come out of the woodwork. It's good to see everyone again. Spring Creek is still part of the second story line. The idea is that the book would flip back and forth between the two locations, so I need to put some of the Nevada stuff out here. It's supposed to rain all weekend here. Look for an update Sunday-ish. View Quote It sounds like you went through a rough patch there. I hope all is well with you now... |
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“I cannot undertake to lay my finger on that article of the Constitution which granted a right to Congress of expending, on objects of benevolence, the money of their constituents.”
- James Madison |
Originally Posted By greyguy:......
It sounds like you went through a rough patch there.... View Quote All is well now. Approaching the 1 year anniversary of the heart attack.....big milestone. Interesting note (at least to me): my Fitbit says that my heart rate when I’m shooting is the same as it is when I’m asleep. |
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Ok...trying to get back in the groove here.
A friend who isn't on this forum read chapter 1 today and peppered me with questions about the back story. He suggested that a prologue or introduction of some sorts would be helpful to people who weren't around to see this thing play out in real time so many years ago. He's right. The story just kind of jumps into action and doesn't set the stage or explain anything about the world these folks live in. It made sense at the time, but now, several years removed, it could use some help at the beginning. The second story line hasn't been developed at all, so I'm going to get that story going and use it as the intro. In the final form, the meeting in the driveway will take place after Kevin and Joe get on the road to Elko. This segment isn't much........just what I pounded out after dinner. After only a short 2 year wait, here's an update: ****************************************** The young man was quite proud of his job. Real jobs were hard to come by in Cottonwood. It seemed like everyone who lived there was either rich and retired, or poor and on one of the government programs that almost provided enough to live on. Almost enough. If a real job (with a real paycheck) actually opened up, there were hundreds of people competing for it. People from all the neighboring towns. Sometimes even as far away as Phoenix. But he had a job. A real job. He’d had the right combination of diversity points to make the first cut, and the job bondsman had provided him enough money to make all the right bribes. He only had 4 years and 9 months of payments left until his job loan was paid off. He had a right to be proud, and he took his job very seriously. Private security was the only industry that was growing these days. The only industry where a strong young man could jump the line in front of the fudds and their fancy university degrees. The only industry new enough and growing fast enough that hereditary jobs were only common in the cities. Maybe, if he did well enough, his position would qualify for a family endorsement and one of his children would inherit the job. He had only been working for a year and had already been promoted from the first-time visitor area (the “turn away” line) to the members’ entrance. He got to work inside now, and he hadn’t had to use his taser on anyone for months. The remote controlled drone bulldozer sitting outside the shack did his dirty work for him now. He really enjoyed using the bulldozer. A faded blue truck pulled up outside of his security shack. The truck was far from new, looking to be at least 30, maybe even 40 years old. The boxy shape, the rattling diesel engine, and a front bumper actually made out of steel gave it away as something from the previous century. The driver stopped the truck just short of the reinforced gate leading to the shopping center parking lot. The young man could see a faded bumper sticker on the side of the toolbox behind the cab. The sticker read “Extremely Deplorable”. The young man pressed the switch that activated the speaker attached to the outside of his armored guard shack while he watched the truck closely through the layers of bullet proof glass. He had to move his head back and forth slightly to get a clear view through a spiderweb of cracks leftover from the night he had found out that the glass really was bullet proof. Based on the age of the truck, and the sticker mentioning a word he remembered from his government history classes, the young man decided that ‘Greeting B’ was appropriate for this visitor. He read carefully from the laminated card mounted to the inside of the window. “This is a members only shopping center. If you wish to apply for membership, please proceed to the new member application area on Third Street. Your vehicle will be removed from the area in 15 seconds if you do not comply.” To underscore the directions, the young man pressed the starter button for the bulldozer. The front window of the truck rolled down just enough for a hand to reach out, holding a gold colored card. With a short “Oh shit…” muttered under his breath, the young man jumped from his stool and activated the controls used to move the remote identification scanner to a place within convenient reach of the driver. Information flashed onto a video screen in front of the young man when the driver inserted his card into the scanner. Name: Kevin Beare Membership Number: 4 Founding Member The words ‘Founding Member’ were blinking. A picture of a grey haired man with glasses was just below the blinking words. The man in the truck placed his thumb against the scanner. IDENTIFICATION CONFIRMED appeared in large green letters across the picture. Pressing the speaker button again, the young man stammered “I…I…I’m sorry Mr. Beare. Welcome back, Mr. Beare. I apologize, Mr. Beare.” Another button was hastily pressed, and the steel and razor wire gate began to roll back to clear the entrance. The man in the truck spoke. “It’s ok son. That’s why we pay you.” The window rolled up as the truck drove through the open gate into the parking lot. The young man turned off the bulldozer and slumped on his stool while the gate slowly closed. |
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"welcome to Costco, I love you."
Thanks for the update! |
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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And so it begins, again.
(Anticipation...) |
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A cowboy & indian & muslim
Indian: My people were many, now we are few. Muslim; Once my people were few, and now we are many. Cowboy;That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet |
Originally Posted By kermit:
Dying is easy. It's living that's difficult. All is well now. Approaching the 1 year anniversary of the heart attack.....big milestone. Interesting note (at least to me): my Fitbit says that my heart rate when I'm shooting is the same as it is when I'm asleep. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By kermit:
Originally Posted By greyguy:......
It sounds like you went through a rough patch there.... All is well now. Approaching the 1 year anniversary of the heart attack.....big milestone. Interesting note (at least to me): my Fitbit says that my heart rate when I'm shooting is the same as it is when I'm asleep. Interestingly I find shooting (rifles) incredibly relaxing too, almost meditative. I have never measured my heart-rate while doing it but your results don't surprise me at all. (I also find that it is a great exercise in humility, I'm not that great at wind calls...) Thanks for the update, it's great to see the old engine running again! |
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“I cannot undertake to lay my finger on that article of the Constitution which granted a right to Congress of expending, on objects of benevolence, the money of their constituents.”
- James Madison |
Greyguy wind call really arent that tough. An easy and rough estimate is to figure one MOA or 10 inches for every mph at a thousand yards.
Also watch the mirage. |
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Do you want us to point out any errors.
There was one word error in the beginning. |
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The beginning of the fifth paragraph.
The grocery store in the private shopping center sourced (almost off of its’ inventory) Shouldn't this be. (almost all of its inventory) |
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Got it....thank you.
Was intending to write this afternoon, but spent time assembling a rifle with my daughter instead. I'll flesh out the shopping trip while I drive tomorrow and hopefully have something up soon. |
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Am liking this moar you are bringing! Please have moar of the moar!
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Moar for GreenGiant..........
************************************** Victor and Kevin unloaded the truck onto the two flat carts, lashing the loads in place with straps from Kevin’s toolbox. Victor insisted on placing all of the beer onto one cart for him to push, leaving Kevin with the lighter burden. They chatted amiably about the health of Victor’s grandparents as they pushed their carts towards the store. Elwood watched the kids playing ball from his perch on top of the truck. The security guards on top of the building watched Elwood, joking about how their jobs were going to be outsourced to a dog. The store manager met Victor and Kevin at the security checkpoint near the front door. “Kevin! So happy you could visit us today. I’m sorry I missed you last week. And you brought beer! Your last batch sold out the day after you brought it. Your empty kegs are clean and ready for you to pick up. I’ll have them taken out to your truck….if Elwood will allow it.” Kevin parked his cart of corn and shook hands with the manager. “It’s good to see you again, Harmon. You should probably let me take the kegs today. How is your wife?” “Understood. The kegs will be on a cart here at the door. Thank you for asking of my wife. She grows more lovely every day. In two weeks we will have been married for 53 years. Oh, you brought corn. Good, good. We have a special surprise for you today: Avocados. And, Eric from the winery brought us 6 cases of the Mules Mistake. I set aside two bottles for you. They’re in the office next to mine.” Victor was watching another truck pull into the parking lot. Harmon nodded at him and waved Kevin through the security checkpoint. Kevin reached out to shake Victors’ hand, slipping him a tip as they shook. “Remember Tuesday night…and bring your grandpa.” “I will, Senor. We will see you after dinner.” Victor trotted away as Harmon and Kevin entered the store. Harmon opened his arms wide, encompassing his domain. “What can we help you with today?” Kevin looked thoughtful for a moment, then said “I need to see the pharmacist, and I need enough food to keep two old men and a dog going during a 2 week fishing trip. Assume that we won’t catch a damn thing except hangovers. I trust your judgment.” The last sentence was accompanied by a small bow. Harmon’s eyes lit up and his seamed face opened into a smile that threatened to split his head in half. “HA! I remember fishing with you! Half of a small horse for Elwood, 20 pounds of bacon for the men, one loaf of bread, and a case of antacid! I am on the job. Go see the candy man and we will have your order at the front desk in about 30 minutes.” He shook hands with Kevin again, this time grabbing Kevin’s right bicep with his left hand and leaning close. “It’s good to see you again. There aren’t many of us left anymore that remember how to be a man. You know, I tried to teach one of my grandsons how to cast a fly down at the river a few weeks ago. He made two casts and threw the pole back at me. He said the fishing pole on his console works better! Sometimes I worry….But that’s not your problem. Go get your pills.” On impulse, Kevin pulled the other old man into a hug. “It’s good to see you too buddy. I worry too. We should talk, but not here.” Harmon took a step back, but he held on to Kevin’s hand and stared intently at him. “Is this the fishing trip then?” “It is.” “Then we don’t have to talk. We’ve both read the tea leaves the same way.” He looked around briefly. “Things don’t look good. If the ‘net is still down on Friday, the family is packing up and all going to Window Rock. That place was a hundred years behind when things were good. Nobody will notice that things are bad. Are your children alright?” Kevin let go of the handshake and put his hands in his pockets. “I hope so. Gene and Stimpson will check in on them if things keep up the way they are. There’s a lot of cartel trouble down there. They’re strong. They should be fine. Joe and I are going ‘fishing’ in Nevada. It sucks how he and I are closer to Gene’s kids, and Gene and Stimpson are closer to mine, but that’s how it happened.” Harmon nodded. “Everyone must find their own place in the world.” He pointed at Kevin’s chest. “30 minutes.” Kevin nodded back and turned away, towards the pharmacy. The lady behind the plexiglass window of the pharmacy was surprised to see Kevin. “Are you ok, Mr. Beare? You were just here last week. Is something wrong?” “Hello Mrs. Hatcher. I’m fine, but my last batch of pills were stolen. I was stupid and left the window rolled down at a stoplight. Some guy reached in and grabbed them so fast that Elwood didn’t even have time to bark. I’m sorry, but I need to do the whole thing again.” Mrs. Hatcher tapped a pen on the counter while she thought. “That might be a problem. I’m supposed to confirm with your doctor if you come in too often, but I can’t do that until the magic boxes can talk to each other again. I was pushing it last time with the backup pills. Did the thief get those too?” “Yes he did. Both the primary and the backup. I’m supposed to leave town on Wednesday.” Kevin smiled and winked. “Do you think your magic box will work by then?” She looked at him over her glasses and shook the pen at him. “You are a dirty old man, Mr. Beare. Tell you what…did you get a police report after you were robbed?” Kevin rolled his eyes and pulled a piece of yellow paper out of his shirt pocket. “Well, I couldn’t call them, but I did go to the station. They gave me a number for a Victimless Crime Report and told me to call my insurance. Is that what you need?” He put the piece of paper into the sliding drawer so that she could pull it into the plexiglass box. She pulled the drawer through to her side and looked at the paper. “Victimless Crime my saggy ass. That ‘No Blood, No Foul’ law is bullshit if you ask me. I can use this. You’ll have to pay again though.” “I understand. Pay for my free prescription. If you want to talk bullshit, how about taxing something that’s free? How does that work?” Mrs. Hatcher shook her head. “Beats me, honey. Beats me.” Her eyes brightened. “Hey, there is one good thing. You’re the only person I know who has to take meds to raise his blood pressure. Hopefully the trash that stole your stuff OD’d on it and stroked out in an alley somewhere.” She pushed her stool back and stood up. “Give me a couple of minutes. Did they take your dogs medicine too?” “They sure did. It was all in the same bag.” “Nice. That would be fun to see. Some junkie trying to get high on deworming pills and BP meds. Stroked out and covered in shit. Poetic justice. I’ll be right back.” Kevin killed time wandering around the store until he saw the green light above the pharmacy flashing. Mrs. Hatcher put 3 bags into the push through drawer and shoved it to his side of the wall. Looking at the receipt, she said “There you go. 90 days of BP meds, with another 90 day supply to keep in your trailer while you’re fishing. And the dewormer for Elwood. Just like last time. That’ll be $873.48.” Kevin left the bags in the drawer for the moment. “How should I pay if the ‘net is down? Doesn’t that break your card scanner?” She motioned him closer to the speaker and turned the volume down. “For right now I’m doing it like we do every other time the ‘net goes down. I just save the error printout and key it in later. I won’t be able to do that much longer though. But that’s not your problem. Give me your card and I’ll take care of it.” Kevin picked up the bags and put his card into the drawer. Mrs. Hatcher drew it through to her side, swiped it, waiting for the machine to beep and vomit out several feet of paper filled with error messages, then slid the card back through to his side. “You take are now, Mr. Beare. And roll up your damn windows.” Kevin blew her a kiss through the plexiglass. “Thank you sweetheart. Enjoy your day.” Harmon was waiting for him at the front desk. An electric pallet jack stacked with boxes and beer kegs sat just inside the security checkpoint. The kegs each wore a tag that read ‘empty’. His tie down straps were rolled neatly on top. Kevin pointed at the stack as he walked up. “That mine?” Harmon nodded. “Yes. Victor will help you load and bring the scooter back. Would you like to check the order?” Kevin smiled and brought out his wallet. “No, I really do trust you. How much do I owe you?” Harmon looked sad. “You owe me nothing. We have exchanged gifts and we part with no debts.” He held out his hand once again. “Walk in beauty, my friend.” ********************* Note: Hozho naasha is the first person version of what Harmon is saying...."I will walk in beauty." I don't know enough Navajo to conjugate the verb and turn that into the second person phrase "You will walk...". I'll work on that. |
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kermit, you are really making up for lost time with high quality prose! Don't sweat it, I don't even know any Navaho, so conjugation errors there will be overlooked by me!
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Originally Posted By Trapshooter12:
Greyguy wind call really arent that tough. An easy and rough estimate is to figure one MOA or 10 inches for every mph at a thousand yards. Also watch the mirage. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By Trapshooter12:
Greyguy wind call really arent that tough. An easy and rough estimate is to figure one MOA or 10 inches for every mph at a thousand yards. Also watch the mirage. Originally Posted By kermit:
The best practice I've found for wind calls is to shoot standard velocity .22 LR at 100 yards on a windy day. Humbling, as you said. Mirage? We don't get mirage in AZ. The targets just look wavy because they're melting. And thanks for another update! |
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“I cannot undertake to lay my finger on that article of the Constitution which granted a right to Congress of expending, on objects of benevolence, the money of their constituents.”
- James Madison |
Greyguy there is a new app called high power wind lab that might be right up your alley.
The guy that invented it is a Palma shooter out of Reno |
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