I'll be blogging a lot on the road in November. I'm doing a class for the Academy and then have a few short hops here and there to testify and do some follow up work on some old cases. The posts will be posting, thanks to my own little laptop.
I was blistered once when a hot one landed in the pocket behind the right collarbone. I couldn't fish it out fast enough because of my shirt and some webbing. Like most ole honkies of Scotch-Irish descent, it doesn't take much to raise a blister.
Somerled, BTDT from a hot 30.06 brass last year at a high-power match. Down the collar, down my back to stop at the belt line between me and my undershirt.
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Just don't get that zip caught up in the forward assist. Interesting things might happen.
:-)
Ohhhhh!
OK. I'm looking at it on a Blackberry and when Peter said "forward assist" I went back and gave it a closer look.
There's cleavage in that picture!
And I missed it the first time. Wow, that's not like me; I'm a man! But I'm an old man.
*sigh*
Con sarn it! By cracky! I feel like Gabby Hayes' older brother, Purple.
Ha! Love it!
Put me down for a subscription!
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Glad it wasn't a hot .308 casing.
I was blistered once when a hot one landed in the pocket behind the right collarbone. I couldn't fish it out fast enough because of my shirt and some webbing. Like most ole honkies of Scotch-Irish descent, it doesn't take much to raise a blister.
I did keep the muzzle pointed downrange.
Somerled, BTDT from a hot 30.06 brass last year at a high-power match. Down the collar, down my back to stop at the belt line between me and my undershirt.
Big time boogie!!
*whistles, leers, á la Heinlein's The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress*
love it.
Pity, This doesn't seem to be on the news stands in Chicago.
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