memtb
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Capt.Gene, apparently I missed your joining us, so ……Welcome Aboard from North Central Wyoming! memtb
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Why shoot a sissy rifle?
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Those pictures remind me of my high school principle. Two things he did not tolerate on male students was long hair and an un tucked shirttail. If he walked up to you in the hall and told you to get a haircut and don't come back until you do, He meant it. Shirttails were tucked on the spot. Or you got to meet the paddle. The only thing I never understood about him is that he never carried a pocket knife. Why would I know that? Because he would borrow mine 2-3 times a week. Times have surely changed. I went to a private school and rode the bus there until I got my drivers liscense. Every Friday morning I boarded the bus with my Remington 870. I would give it to the principle when I got to school. Then get it back after school and ride with a friend to my grandparents house so I could go deer hunting on Saturday. I may not have been allowed to do this with a Creedmore. Much too powerful and way to distracting because you know "The Chicks Dig It". Plus I'm sure the principal would not have approved of the Man Bun.
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I was thinking something way worse than Soccer Mom.
memtb
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Turpintine21, this sounds a bit familiar.
The public school that I attended always had a Sr. Day near the end of the school year.
I remember the Sr. Day activities which happened during my Junior year.
Several (about 6 or 8) brought their horses ……horse races on the old practice field, and then there was the chase. Several riders were the bad guys, being pursued and shot at with handguns shooting blanks. I can't even imagine that happening today!
When I first moved to a small town in Wyoming during the late '80's, the school parking lot was stacked with pick-up trucks…..many with the windows rolled down with rifles or shotguns clearly visible in the back window gun rack!
Now the preferred cartridge by "mature males" (?) is the formidable 6.5 Manbun!
My …..how times have changed! memtb
The public school that I attended always had a Sr. Day near the end of the school year.
I remember the Sr. Day activities which happened during my Junior year.
Several (about 6 or 8) brought their horses ……horse races on the old practice field, and then there was the chase. Several riders were the bad guys, being pursued and shot at with handguns shooting blanks. I can't even imagine that happening today!
When I first moved to a small town in Wyoming during the late '80's, the school parking lot was stacked with pick-up trucks…..many with the windows rolled down with rifles or shotguns clearly visible in the back window gun rack!
Now the preferred cartridge by "mature males" (?) is the formidable 6.5 Manbun!
My …..how times have changed! memtb
I try to keep this rated PG13
FireFlyFishing
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So…
Only folks 13 and under should use the 6.5 CM?
Edit: and have parental guidance?
I've heard my wife tell me many times that I act like I am 12.
I didn't have much parental guidance when I was young, pretty much just get out of here and be home when the street lights come on. Good times!
memtb
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Well…..maybe that's the perfect cartridge for you after all! Your search for the "Holy Grail" has ended!
May you forever enjoy Utopia ! 
memtb
Are you, memtb being sarcastic?Well…..maybe that's the perfect cartridge for you after all! Your search for the "Holy Grail" has ended!
That's not like you.
Yep best times.
We could lick lead paint, sleep in the back window of a car on long trips, play with lawn darts, and learn to survive
I call that a well rounded childhood
I always thought rubber hose water taste was normal!Yep best times.
We could lick lead paint, sleep in the back window of a car on long trips, play with lawn darts, and learn to survive
I call that a well rounded childhood
Cherry bombs out of slingshots were our antiaircraft fire at whatever. I know nobody did that.
Ride no speed bikes for miles without drink holders carrying fishing rod on handlebars with plastic tackle box tied to rear fender top bracket. Nobody had bungy back then.
Team up with friends to shovel driveways and take care of old neighbors.
Team up with friends to mow lawns with 20" push mowers. Runner hose was our sports drink. Nobody cut their foot off.
We survived and honestly I believe made us better suited for the harsh reality of this thing called life.
memtb
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When ya could no longer buy "cherry bombs"….."silver tees" were a darn poor replacement!
memtb
Rick Richard
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Remember M80s? We liked those better than the Cherry Bombs.When ya could no longer buy "cherry bombs"….."silver tees" were a darn poor replacement!
