Sunday, September 14, 2014

The range is Hot...




A friend, Tim, let me know he was going to the range Friday afternoon. Did I want to go?  Oh Heck Yes!  Bring plenty of ammo, he said.
I made an emergency trip to see the guys and get more ammo from the gunny place.  Something tells me I might be spending too much time/money at the gunny shop. The owner calls me by my first name, and his guard dog comes up and smooches my hand.
 It was hotter than a two dollar pistol Friday afternoon, which is not unusual for here.  The range was vacant when we got there. Too hot out for others, I guess.
 


Put a little over 150 rounds thru the little Sig and then shot Tim's AR-15.  The little Sig was great, her owner not so much.  I'm working on a group of drills that should help.
The AR was a dream to shoot.   I like that ping, ping sound a bunch.
As much pruning and sawing that I do in the yard I never thought my hands would not be up to an afternoon of shooting.  It appears I was wrong, as my ol scarred up hands are sore...

on the way home from the range

Friday, September 12, 2014

Maxwell...

 
Max's puppy pic


Gone four years now but never forgotten, Maxwell, the Wonder Cowdog, a Border McNabX. Always a gentleman around people, hellaciously good on "eat your lunch" cows & bulls, gentle and guarding of babies & ol folks... 

Max waiting for the next go...


His ashes are on Sun Mountain in Oregon, along with the Cowman's. I'm sure they are together doing what they loved best, working cattle...

The view from Max and the Cowman's

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Salmon fishing part 5...

I went to the local go to guys last week and said "Please teach me what I need to know about fishing for salmon. My Dad is 90 and really needs to catch one."  A large chunk of change later I had all the tools and some of the knowledge.  


Dad and I went out in old Ugly again Monday. She is home from the boat hospital, finally. They didn't hookup the fish/depth finder, but Dad said we didn't need it cause he didn't think it worked right anyway.  Well when the river is this low it's sorta nice to know when you are going to hit a gravel bar.  Thankfully the river is clear so you can see the bottom and sorta gauge depth from that.


Jim, a girlfriend's guy went with us.  He was practically raised on the river, so was a lot of help.  Taught me a bunch of tactics for boondoggling, and drifting, and handling ol Ugly.
 
Jim perfecting the art of the birds nest...


We didn't catch anything, but Dad got some good bumps.  He was fishing with roe and Jim was using a sardine wrapped flat fish. We had salmon jumping around us, and could see them swimming, so it wasn't like there were no fish.
 
Dad fishing....



Dad went again today and took a friend of his, D. I couldn't go as I had a conference call coming from the doctors. 
They didn't catch anything, but had a good time according to Dad. 
Later in the evening Dad was raving about what nice a guy D is and how D kept saying he wished I could have come with them.  I swear alarms went off in my head.  Next thing I know Dad says, "Oh, by the way he wants to date you."  "He said he would see you tomorrow night at the poker game here."  Date! I haven't been on a date in years, well except for the short kilted guy in the shiny shirt...sigh... 




 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Hot Spot...





We have had nine fires set within 1/2 a mile of the house recently, the latest a few day ago. All in the field that abuts our neighbor...hood.



 That field is where the retired parole officer and his wife run, and where Willie and I run/jog.  I tried running on the subdivision's streets, but that was not a good fit.  There are no quail, turkey, raccoon, does or fawns there to track, there are no sounds of doves or meadow larks, or raucous scrub jays, or bell cows, and the air doesn't smell like Mother Nature's garden.
I had been concerned that there were no fire breaks put in around the field, as the fuel load was high. One neighbor didn't seem to realize that he had a perfect fire ladder to his house.  Finally, a couple of weeks ago the owners of the field bladed in a bunch of fire breaks, and a large berm at the end of our street to keep people from driving into the field. The berm was effective in keeping the water tinders, and tractor/trailer with the dozer from getting into the fire. A neighbor showed them where access would be possible.

There are a lot of vagrants/druggies around town, and the consensus is that the fire bug is in that group.  The neighbors tell me that since the large releases of prisoners from prison to small county seats, nothing is safe, especially if left on the street.  This in a neighborhood full of retired military, and many resident retired/active LEOs of one branch or another. 
Haven't been packing my little Sig because the darn field is within the city limits, and my CCW permit is still in processing.  I do take my cell phone and assorted other devices.

 When I lived on the home ranch, my brother's wife came out to visit and said she could never live out like that, she would be afraid all the time. Which seemed so strange to me, as we were armed to the teeth, had a couple of dogs that wouldn't let anyone near us, and you could hear someone drive over the third cattle guard. Thieves had to want your stuff pretty bad to come out to the middle of 12,000 acres to try and take it.  The same was true for fire bugs. They seldom made it out of the area before being caught. 
  Much easier pick'ns and fire bugging in town. 
 
 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Saturday Night Special...

Here it is another cowgirl Saturday night, and I was writing a post. All about a cowboy and a thiev'n no good rustler. 
Not wanting to use any of the pics of cowboys I know, I went in search of one, but...