Monday, July 30, 2018

Yeah That Chant Will Do It



What it will do, if that is how you plan to protest President Trump and VP Pence, is show you as you are - a totally wussified POS leftist that is beyond hope of ever becoming a contributor to the benefit of society.

Now seriously folks, that guy had to be joking - didn't he I mean that cannot be for real can it! What I am trying to say is that even useless uber leftists pieces of trash could not have become that stupid could they?

All the best,
Glenn B

It Was The Biggest Darned Minnow...

...that I have ever caught. Sure, I know - you are a minnow fisherman and catch bigger ones all the time. For me though, this one was purdy darned impressive for a freshwater minnow!

Anyway, I went deer scouting yesterday in the Cascade Valley State Forest and besides the things I usually pack along, I decided to take along a fishing pole and packable tackle box. I also had a small cup with 24 meal worms in it. I brought the fishing gear with the intent of fishing a specific small pool in the creek that runs through that tract. There are fish in that pool that I long suspected were either trout or huge minnows and I wanted to catch one or three to see wat was in there. I never got there but after my scouting hike, when walking back to my car, I stopped at a culvert and saw several small minnows and a couple or few larger ones in a pool on the downstream side of the road. I threw in a few meal worms and the fish all went berserk, the smaller fish usually grabbed the meal worms and the larger ones chased them down trying to steal a morsel; although, sometimes the larger fish got to them first. After throwing in several of the creepy crawlers, I decided to wet a line.

About 10 or 12 of these would make a decent appetizer.
After two of three casts which resulted in stolen bait, I finally hooked a couple of these. There were bigger fish in there too, the  bigger ones could be these or maybe they are trout but I suspect just bigger ones of these.  So what are these? As far as I can tell they are Creek Chubs. The NY State DEC has a pretty informative website when it comes to fish & game and I found information about NYS minnows here.  Since the creek chub is the only NY state minnow with a black spot at the base of the dorsal fin and since other characteristics matched, I am pretty certain it's one of them. They grow up to 6 to 12 inches in length and this one was about 6 inches long. After catching and releasing two of them, or maybe it was three, and letting all of them go to live get bigger, I decided to toss all of the remaining meal worms into the pool. It was a regular feeding frenzy unmatched by anything on shark week - just on a smaller scale.
I would have liked to have caught more of them but my left eye was getting itchy & puffed up pretty badly, I must have rubbed it with a finger after handling the meal worms. I've been allergic to either meal worms, the stuff the keep them in or their crap in the stuff they keep them in since I've been in my teens. My eye still has been bit red and itchy on and off today. I've got to think about that before I again buy them as bait. I'd be better off going to a pet shop and buying super worms, no allergy to them even though they look alike.


Next time I am up that way, I may take a little more time and catch a few to several of the Creek Chubs (using a different bait), then find a suitable place for a fire, and cook me some small but hopefully good eats.

All the best,
Glenn B

Famous Last Words...

...just before someone, maybe a child, is injured or killed could be:

"She is not harmful to people for sure..." (source). As per the woman in the video, she is describing her missing/escaped 14' long Reticulated Python. The last time I heard, a reticulated python of that length could possibly constrict and kill an adult human. Even if this snake could not accomplish that, it almost certainly could constrict and kill a small to medium sized child. To say that that snake is harmless is absurd at best and maybe negligent depending on the outcome of her having said so and whatever the snake might do if it encounters a young child.
 
A mentality like that is why you read about a snake owner or a family member of one, every now and then, who has been constricted and maybe even killed by a large pet python. As for having a taste for only chickens, wait until it has been out of a couple to few weeks without being fed. A Chihuahua may become another thing that tastes just like chicken.
 
A hat tip and my thanks to Mike G for the link.
 
All the best,
Glenn B

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Not A 40 Pounder...

...but then who is paying any attention to the catfish???



All the best,
Glenn B 

I Wasn't Necessarily Job Hunting...

...but when I received an email with a job, for which I am well qualified, that pays $42.00 and hour - I put in for it pronto. A year or two at that salary full time and I could save enough to never have to work again (as in there would be enough to buy a house in a low tax and free state and to keep the current one in NY for the frau).

Then, when I submitted that application, I came upon a list of other open jobs, one of which was as a firearms instructor position at a not too distant location. (I will not name the company but it would be great to work there.) Of course, I put in for that too.

Keeping my fingers crossed.

All the best,
Glenn B

Good Shoot - No Need For PC Use of TASER...

...but the officers did what they were trained to do and one of them fired a TASER (Thomas A. Swift's Electric Rifle) at an armed subject who was drawing a deadly weapon. Many shots were fired after that. The dirtbag got off some shots or so it seems to me but thankfully the officers  got off ones that hit their mark. All the officers seemed okay even though to me it sounded as if the one in the background yelled out "I'm hit". Don't know when this happened nor where and would love to have additional info but do not.  
 
 
All the best,
Glenn B

Dislikes


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Glenn B

Subsonic Rounds For Shooting Hogs



 
All the best,
GB

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Dirtbag Robs Convenience Store and Leaves BUT...

...then in a move right out of a Bizarro World playbook, for a reason as yet unknown, the robber allegedly came back to shoot and kill the store owner. Then the piece of shit suspected robber ultimately turned himself in to police. In an ironic twist of fate, the store owner - Ayub Ali - was the father of four teens, two of whom attended Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fl  but who had not been shot during the rampage that took place there some months ago. More at the source.

My condolences to the Ali family.


For the rest of you - wake up and realize that senseless killings like this - where the victim cooperated with the robber and gave him the money he was seeking but the robber killed him anyway - are why I believe you should arm yourself for self-defense. It would have been better for Mr. Ali to have gunned down the armed robber and to later have been called a racist (as almost undoubtedly would have been the case) or faced criminal charges had he defended himself and killed his attacker than to have died while trying to appease him - don't you think! I also think it would be better if the death penalty for the perpetrators of such crimes was mandatory.

All the best,
Glenn B

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Screw Academy Sports

Academy Sports reportedly fired an employee, manager Dean Crouch, from their Tallahassee, FL store after he tackled a man who was allegedly attempting to flee the store with a pistol and ammunition he had just stolen. More at the source.

I shop at Academy Sports when I come across them in my travels. Most recently, I made a few trips to the one in Benton, AR when I was visiting Brendan. I spent quite a bit of cash there then. That is not going to happen again anytime soon unless Academy sports relents on their firing of Mr. Crouch.

I just got done contacting them via their onsite email system to tell them I will no longer shop there until they reinstate Mr. Crouch whom I think should have been applauded and given a raise. Screw Academy Sports and their gutless, spineless and immoral policy that says employees will be fired for taking such actions. In my mind, Mr. Crouch is a hero and may have well wound up preventing the thief from later harming someone as he had boasted he would do.

All the best,
Glenn B

"He Just Sucked...

…it in." The he was a fish - a Goliath Grouper. What he sucked in was a three foot long shark on the end of a fisherman's line. More at the source including the below video.



All the best,
Glenn B

Where Have I Heard This Type Of 'Logic' Before!

 
All the best,
GB

Wait For It...

 
 
Ingenuity at its best worst, just one more bit of proof of the dumbing down of mankind.
 
All the best,
Glenn B

Trump & Putin

 
All the best,
Glenn B

Lately Some Days Are Like....

...this: 
 
 
But way too many days are still like this:


All the best,
Glenn B
 

Monday, July 16, 2018

I Doubt Any Among Us Could Have Said It Better (cut & paste address)

The man who wrote the opinion piece at:

http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2018/07/16/im-running-for-senate-as-republican-my-democrat-parents-are-so-furious-theyre-backing-my-opponent.html

... said it eloquently, sensibly and factually. Tolerance is the go-to word of the left yet true tolerance seems far from what I have seen exhibited by most leftists, so much so as to make it appear as if that ideal is completely incomprehensible and alien to most of them. This man's parents seemingly being but one such example of leftists who use tolerance only in as much as it is part of the word intolerance and that being something by which they apparently live. 

Link did not work so I cut and pasted entire article address, hope it works.

All the best,
Glenn B

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Build The Frigging Wall Already - Don't Delay



The invasion of the United States of America by illegal aliens, drug smugglers, child sex slave traffickers, terrorists, violent criminals must stop and must stop now. What are we waiting for - maybe a full scale invasion force from China or Russia to cross our borders before we wake up!

All the best,
Glenn B

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Shooting Skill = Not Bad At All

 
 
The boy (actually well into manhood but still "my boy") sent me a picture of one of his latest targets. He said it was either 3 or 5 yards with him shooting his Glock 43 as fast as he could pull the trigger. Note that is not a full sized silhouette target - it is only 12"x16". 

Looks like he paid attention somewhat when being taught how to shoot - wouldn't you say!  Could it do with a tiny bit of improvement - sure it could but it is not bad at all as I see it. (As for that one above the head, do not know if that was a hole from a round or a mark on the target.)

He told me he has been going to the range once a week lately and shooting 100 rounds through his two 9mm pistols. I like it - practice is good when doing it right. I suggested he ought to shoot at least 300 rounds per range trip and maybe only go every other week. Yet, he prefers going more often and shooting less ammo because he cannot afford much more of the ammo. So, what was a responsible loving pop to do but order him a case of 9mm to help him along.

I ordered him a case of Sellier & Bellot, 115 grain, FMJ ammo from TargetSportsUSA.com. I have shot it before and like it, one of the better things about it, as far as I am concerned, is that it runs hotter than most other practice ammo. TargetSportsUSA has a great price when you consider it includes shipping for a case. Now if he shoots the 300 rounds per range trip as I recommended, he will have 100 rounds left over after three trips. Damn, this could get expensive.

All the best,
Glenn B

 

Beer and the Wheel - A Historical Essay

I've probably posted this here before or you likely have seen it elsewhere but it is always good to remind people of our history lest they forget and it is also good to tell our youngsters so they learn the important things about life. In keeping with my desire to further the education of one and all, here is today’s history lesson, with a little humor to liven it up. 

 BEER AND THE WHEEL

The two most important events in all of history were the invention of beer and the invention of the wheel. Beer required grain and that was the beginning of agriculture. Neither the glass bottle nor aluminum can were invented yet, so while our early humans were sitting around waiting for them to be invented, they just stayed close to the brewery.  That's how villages were formed. The wheel was invented to get man to the beer and vice versa. These two were the foundation of modern civilization and together were the catalyst for the splitting of humanity into two distinct subgroups: Liberals and Conservatives. 

Some men spent their days tracking and killing animals to BBQ at night while they were drinking beer. This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement. Other men who were less skilled at hunting (called 'vegetarians' which was an early human word meaning 'bad hunter') learned to live off the Conservatives by showing up for the nightly BBQ's and doing the sewing, fetching, and hairdressing.  This was the beginning of the liberal movement. 

Some of these liberal men “evolved” into women.  Others became known as girlie-men.  Some noteworthy liberal achievements include the domestication of cats, the invention of group therapy, group hugs, and the concept of democratic voting to decide how to divide the meat and beer that Conservatives provided. Over the years Conservatives came to be symbolized by the largest, most powerful land animal on earth, the elephant.  Liberals are symbolized by the jackass for obvious reasons.  

Modern Liberals like special flavored beer (with lime added), but most prefer white wine spritzers or imported bottled water.  They eat raw fish but like their beef well done.  Sushi, tofu, and French food are standard liberal fare.  Another interesting evolutionary side note: many liberal women have higher testosterone levels than their men. Most college professors, social workers, personal injury attorneys, journalists, film makers in Hollywood, group therapists and community organizers are liberals. Liberals meddled in our national pastime and invented the designated hitter rule because it wasn't fair to make the pitcher also bat. 

Conservatives drink real beer.  They eat red meat and still provide for their women.  Conservatives are members of the military, big game hunters, rodeo cowboys, lumberjacks, construction workers, firemen, medical doctors, police officers, engineers, corporate executives, athletes, airline pilots, and generally anyone who works productively.  Conservatives who own companies hire other Conservatives who want to work for a living. 

Liberals produce little or nothing.  They like to govern the producers and decide what to do with the production.  Liberals believe Europeans are more enlightened than Americans.  That is why most of the liberals remained in Europe when Conservatives were coming to America.  They crept in after the Wild West was tamed and created a business of trying to get more for nothing. 
 
Here ends today's lesson in world history.  It should be noted that a liberal may have a momentary urge to angrily respond to this post. A Conservative will simply laugh and be so convinced of the absolute truth of this history that it will be shared immediately to other true believers and to just piss-off more liberals.
 
And there you have it.  Let your next action reveal your true self. I'm going to grab a few beers and grill some steaks, right after post this.
 
All the best,
Glenn B
 
 


 
 

Thursday, July 12, 2018

It Pays To Be Alert and Agile

 
 
I kind of doubt this was anything but a movie set with a nice stunt being filmed; I mean who in their right might makes a video of guys loading or offloading water bottles from a truck! Still though, it makes the point - stay alert and stay agile.
 
All the best,
Glenn B

Women Like It Small ...


… lengthwise that is - they also love a huge credit limit.

All the best,
Glenn B

A Woman's Heart



 
All the best,
GB

Never Give Up


All the bet,
Glenn B

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Working All Week & Next

Kind o sucks to be working every day for the next two weeks. Well, maybe it is not as much work or having to do it to get some extra needed cash but the fact that I'll be driving about 35 miles each way, there and back home, each day. I must admit, it is a good office to work in while at least three of the six I at which I work, on call, suck bigtime. l float around from office to office covering for guys and gals out on leave or fill the spot temporarily when someone quits. It's okay, pay is decent for the NY metro area for what I do but I sure wish I had something in one spot closer to home for like three or four set days per week. Days like today make me wish I was closer to home. I had to leave work early today to ship out a shotgun I had sold on GunBroker.com. I hate driving 35 miles there and 35 miles back and not getting in a full day but I had to get this done by tomorrow at the latest so picked today to make sure it got shipped.

Whatever - my main point is that last week I worked Monday & Tuesday, then I was away upstate for 4 days and now will be working the remainder of the this and next week - thus light blogging and such. Later 4 U.

All the best,
GB

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Man Bites Tail Off Rattler & Triggers My Memories Of F.J. Danforth

So this guy and his neighbor allegedly get into an argument. Must have been pretty heated since, later on, he reportedly caught a rattler then bit its tail off (the rattling end of the snake) and let it go in the other guy's abode. He evidently got caught by his intended target right after the act and the other guy found and dispatched the snake. More at the source.

Crazy fucker he seems to be but then I remember F.J. Danforth - one of my first, and absolutely the best, of my supervisors when I was a trainee Border Patrol Agent (and one of the best supervisors I have ever had in any job). That was way back in the age of my enlightenment about just about everything.

Danforth was a no nonsense guy who had a good deal of, shall I say crusty curmudgeonly worldly experience. He was the head firearms instructor for our station and knew his guns and how to shoot and maintain them. He was mechanically inclined. He was a obstinate old coot, and could argue a point if he wanted to argue which he rarely did so. He was also on of the better shots, with a revolver and rifle, that I have ever known and I have literally met some legendary shooters - of which group maybe he should have been one. In other words - he just about literally could shoot the balls off of a gnat without killing it. On the other hand he used great restraint when it came to violence (when I knew him) although he would not hesitate to resort to it if necessary.  

He also was the teller of what for awhile I had thought were tall tales but he put me to shame for my ever having thought so all without trying to shame me.  While at the range, and sometimes over beers or dinner at my and my girlfriend's place, or at his place, he would tell tales about the escapades and endeavors of his youthful adult years.

For instance, he would tell me about the covert work he did for the U.S. Government in Laos or maybe it was Cambodia or Thailand - damned if I can recall which - but it was the one in which we supposedly had zero military presence during the Vietnam war (or damn maybe it was WWII - my memory is hazy on it but I am pretty sure it was the Vietnam War). His facial expression, even his whole countenance, would change - soften a bit - become excited as well - as he  recalled those days gone by maybe 10 to 15 year prior to the telling. The things he talked about seemed far cumulatively fetched and while I tried to believe him and sorely wanted to believe him - after him telling me over and over again that someday he would show me photographs without him doing it for so long - I doubted his veracity. There was just no way I could see that one man could have done what he had done without him somehow having pictures, writing a book or getting someone to produce a movie about his exploits but Danforth being Danforth was in some ways very humble and secretive about his past.

So, how was it that he told me his tales. I suppose because he saw something of his younger himself in me an we connected. I imagine it was a bit of wildness, my love of adventure, my willingness to get right into the muck & mire to sort something out and my love of firearms. It all started - that is the telling of the tales started - one day at the range when Danforth spied me taking a gander at a damned big herpes zoster on the corner of his lips as we were BS'ing and cleaning up the range after a qualification. I suppose I had indeed looked at it, it was hard to miss when you were standing there talking to him and it was staring back but I wasn't judging or even wondering about it - I was just amazed at the size of it. Anyway, he pulled me aside and sad to me ' I bet you're wondering how I got this...well there was this harem...' and the tales blossomed as did our friendship.

The story he told was amazing, at least for a young guy like me who was just making his way out into the world on is own. He had bee assigned to a covert military intelligence operation. I think it was in Thailand but as I said one of the three I mentioned above, as a military liaison with the King of that country. As it tuned out and as best I remember, he spent a lot of time with the king's son who enjoyed the amenities of royal living such as tiger hunts (on which he took Danforth) and a harem (yes just as you imagine it). Well, he got it - or so he believed - from one or more of the harem girls. It was a great story but a story.

One of his other stories was of the tiger hunts. He told it in the detail of a Rudyard Kipling tale with all the flamboyance of one of those stories but also with tobacco juice sometimes trickling out of the corner of his lip when he would suddenly smile a bit over one of those memories. And he talked about some of the military operations he carried out but never went into much detail on them pretty much saying he was there to assure that the U.S. got all the assistance it could from that government without letting it be known that we and they were allies. Scret military operations - harems - tiger hunts with a prince from elephant backs and from machans set up in trees - and the number of tigers he said were taken in one hunt alone was astonishing.

The amount of sheer adventure and debauchery was amazing. The life he described was of the most desirable sort to me at the time so I list4ened intently. Yet, it got to he point that after hearing those stories for about two years or so without never seeing anything to back them up - I had to wonder - was he as full of shit as others thought him to be. Yeah, he told others some of those stories but not many. You had to be on his A-list for him to even talk to you for just about anything other than work related stuff but like I said, somehow I was on it. We tolerated his telling of wat may have or not have been tall tales for several reasons: first of all they were excellent stories and even if only stories he told them well - better than most authors could do. Secondly, he was a good man at heart with maybe a black spot here and there or at least some shady spots but who cared - he was a good friend and as I said a good man. Third, if he liked you - he was generous toward you - not only with hi stories as he also gave out practice ammo to the agents he liked more than to others.

I remember getting a shitload of 308 WIN from him - a few cases - that he supposedly had used at practice shoots out in the desert. Those practice shoots were seemingly held much more seldom than he had led his bosses to believe but it seems he got ammo each time he said he was holding one and it never went to waste. Then there were the other practice shoots. They were, in reality, coyote hunts. Sadly I never participated. It was not that I was not invited but I wound up having work or something else interfere with my free time and never go to go. I knew guys who went and they had pictures, piles of dead coyotes - sometimes 20 - 30 of them in one day. One time, while out east of Calexico, I think south of 11-9 (a code for a location on the All American Canal) I came across a pile of about 20 or so coyotes rotting in the desert sun. That was about 2 days after his previous rifle shoot for which he had acquired 308 ammo from the range supplies. When it came to coyotes, the man could call and bait them in like drunken sailors drawn to a sale at Bangkok whorehouse. Then there was the shotgun and 357 magnum ammo. Who would not listen to a guy telling you of his adventures, whether you believed him or not, when free ammo was flowing and coyotes were dropping like flies.

Then one day it happened. Danforth came to our place for dinner with a couple of other of our friends. He brought along an old tattered cardboard shoebox. When he opened that box and showed us the contents my jaw must have dropped to the floor and I truly felt ashamed of myself for ever having any doubt about the stories he had told me. Mind you, it was never that I came to the point of thinking him an outright liar but I sure had a hard time believing he had not at least exaggerated some. Wound up, I had been dead wrong. Let me just say - truth be told - he never gave enough detail in his stories to account for his adventures from what I saw of the pictures he had in that box. WOW he had led on heck of a life.

There were 35mm photos, those old square shaped photos from roll film I think was called 126, pictures taken with brownie and Polaroid cameras - he had to have 50 to 75 photos at least and they backed up, in glorious imagery, everything he had told us. One of the first shots, if not he very first picture he showed me, was of him in uniform - sitting there in the middle of about 15 negligee clad women. He had at least a few shots with some of the girls in various states of undress. It was easy to see how that zoster came to be.

Then he pulled out some photos of the tiger hunt(s). Him on elephant back sitting in one of those things with all the fancy frills that would be on royalty's elephants. Photos of him in a machan aiming down with a rifle. There too were pics of the dead tigers laid out one next to the other from a single hunt. There were several shots like that seemingly from different tiger hunts. Photos of him and the prince abounded (or maybe it was the king but I am pretty sure it was one the kings sons - you have to bear in mind this was about 34 to 36 years and several thousand shots ago for me). He also had pics of him with guerilla groups of local natives, all armed to the teeth. And of course there were pictures of the palace (not only those in the harem) and all I could say was wow.

I don't remember if I let onto him that I had thought he had exaggerated. I think I did but I did not have to. In his best matter of fact manner, with a sly little smile on his face, he came right out and told me he knew I and everyone to whom he told his stories had thought he had been telling tall tales. So he brought the proof. We had a good time that evening over some drinks and a fine meal and those pictures were probably one of the best desserts I have ever been served even though they left more than a smidgen of the taste of humble pie with me. I never doubted him again and I was ashamed  had ever done so.

So - how did the guy biting the tail off of the rattler and then reportedly leaving it in his neighbor's dwelling remind me of F.J. Danforth. Well, it was a dark and damned hot summer night, on the midnight shift, out in the west desert.... Probably everyone from the Calexico, CA Border patrol Station was out there on a hunt of our own that night. We were all there, instead of on patrol in town and elsewhere, because I had cut sign of a group of tonks (there is a story in why illegal aliens were called tonks but that is for another telling) illegal aliens. Everyone had been bored to ears - things usually slowed down an awful lot in the summer months going from a few thousand arrests per month during the spring to maybe a couple of hundred in each of July and August; so, all of them had headed my way once I called in the group ofillegals to the station radio operator. We were all eager to see some action and have some fun and after not too long a time we caught most if not all of them.

While I was standing there, after the arrests, talking to my assigned rtainee, Danforth walked over toward us but stopped several feet away and suddenly shot his foot out as if about to stomp on something but then at the last moment slowed the downward travel of his foot and put it gingerly but firmly on top of something on the ground. He then stooped and one handedly grabbed at something. Damn it was a snake and Danforth had it by the tail with its head still under his foot.  My trainee, just about slithered out of his own skin and may have shit himself. He was a wussy who was deathly afraid of snakes. Hell, he turned about as white as milk when he realized it was a rattlesnake. There were a gazillion sidewinders in that desert and lots of Western Diamondbacks too - this one was a sidewinder. Danforth asked me for a knife which I handed him and with his free hand he took it and in a flash cut off he snakes rattle. With its head still pinned under his boot, he grabbed the now free tail end again, lifted up his foot, and flung the snake by its tail as far as he could underhanded out into the night.  

When I asked why in hell he had done that since we worked out there he said something to the effect of: 'When you work out here you wear boots - unlike your asshole trainee who is wearing Oxfords! Tonks are either barefoot or wearing huaraches' (sandals with bottoms made from old tires). I will only admit to merely nodding with a big smile on my face. My trainee from that night never again wore Oxfords to work - he got himself a nice high pair of boots. All those years later - after his exploits in SE Asia - Danforth was still doing things that I was sure would wind up being told to someone else in years to come in tales they may have thought were pretty darned tall but were no brag - just fact.

Danforth retired before I left Calexico. He moved back to the Northwest, I think to Oregon or Washington state where he had been living before he joined the patrol. I and some few others helped him load a flatbed trailer he pulled behind his truck. He made several trips back and forth from his house (on Hwy 98 as I recall) to the north country with that trailer before finally departing. When he packed the last load, the day he left for good, that trailer was low to ground with the weight of the load. How is it that the Grateful dead put it: "Now I don't know, but I've been told it's hard to run with the weight of gold. Other hand I have heard it said, it's just as hard with the weight of lead."!  That's from New Speedway Boogie and man it could be about Danforth, his life style and that trailer being loaded with lead. He must have had at least 50 cases of 308 ammo loaded onto it along with 357 ammunition too. Damn, one way or another, he had acquired a lot of 308 ammo. My guess is that he must have held an awful lot of rifle practices out in the desert to which no one showed up.

He had a wife (never met her I think she lived up north when Danforth was in the BP) and he had at least one son whom I also never met. As I recall he had other jobs one of which was lumberjack an he may also have been a lineman but my memory is vague on that. He passed on way too young, in his young seventies after having been retired from the Patrol for several years. I still think of him now and again. Damn - I miss him a lot - he was one heck of a good mentor and had quite the effect on the young adventure seeking border patrol agent who I was back then. He was a good friend too even though we lost contact once he moved on into retirement. I guess, I nor he were the best at keeping in touch.

Despite losing touch, I carry some of him ith me today - he had that much of an effect on me. I guess the best way to describe that old cantankerous codger (at least I thought one's mid-fifties was old back then) is to say - he was a man among men and his life was one hell of an adventure - a little time in the military or an intelligence agency - a little time in a harem - a little time hunting tigers - a little time in the BP - a little time collecting ammo for retirement - a little time cutting off rattler's tails - a little time being my friend - and a lot of time living his life to tell his tales to guys like me.

RIP my friend but also rest assured that when they say 'you live as log as someone remembers you' you most definitely still live today as far as I am concerned! 

All the best,
Glenn B




 

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Amazingly Talented




I have to wonder, how many of them could he drink and still do that.

All the best,
Glenn B

"IN CONGRESS, JULY 4th, 1776..."

"...The Unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America" - and so began the birth of our nation with the words of its founding document - The Declaration of Independence.

Take a little time out of your day today and listen to the words as you read along:

 

Okay, so you watched the video, heard The Declaration read aloud and probably read along as the words appeared on the screen. It took just over 10 minutes of your time to do so. I hope that was not too much of your time and pray you have a little bit left over - time enough to convince at least two other folks to watch that video and or read the words.

After that, enjoy the fruits of your labors with your family and or friends - maybe have a nice BBQ - enjoy the fireworks displays that are sure to abound - maybe even imbibe a few fine spirits (but do not drink & drive or handle firearms or fireworks please) and in general have a very happy and safe Independence Day.

All the best,
Glenn B