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I HATE lazy people that have the same job title as me, make more than I do but sit at their computer and dont do jack. Don't ask for work and just wait for it to come to them. If I could fire people I would do it in a heartbeat, not giving a dang what their life was outside of the work place. If you're not going to work, you dont deserve to get paid, period! If I am ever your boss and you have nothing to do and do not come to me to ask for work, you're fired. If you play on facebook on your phone because the company blocks it from your computer, you're fired. If you slurp coffee insanely loud, eat 38 apples a day and chew with your mouth open, suck on sunflower seeds, eat a WHOLE deep fried chicken, with 3 biscuits, mashed potatos, mac and cheese and a super duper jumbo large sweet tea while claiming to be on a hardcore diet, you're fired. If you are too lazy to load paper into a printer and wait for someone else to do it, like me, and then print your birthday cards out, you're fired. I love my job but hate my office sometimes. *end rant*

nope

I will always shoot my 22-250 for yotes. The one I have at the taxidermist now was killed with the biggest weapon that I have ever seen. A train.

Beautiful Ross. One day, I will own one of your knifes and I can not wait!

My pops when I am hunting back home. He is the one who got me started deer hunting and I will forever be in debt to him because of it. I am now breaking off of his ways and starting to do things my way. He is getting a little more older and tends to hunt the easier stands to get to, so I will take a morning while he is on stand and go scout out some nasty thick stuff well away from the roads and make a good path or flag trail and send him in in the afternoon for a hunt. Over Christmas I did this for him and it was awesome. In late season at our lease in South Carolina we rarely see deer during December and the mood gets down because of it and he gets frustrated. I scouted some stuff that no one hunts, hung a climb and took him to it in the afternoon. He then had a couple of deer come out and hang out in front of him for an hour, which is not commom at all for us. Normally its a see them and you better shoot because in 3 minutes they will be gone. It was a great feeling seeing that smile on his face and hearing the story even though he let them all walk. Now that I am out west, I dont really have a mentor and am doing everything on my own. Pops was never a waterfowl hunter so I am doing all my waterfowl hunting on my own and figuring everything out and making plans based on what I learn and teach myself. So far, this has been my best season ever and I feel like I am a pro at it now. Also, I have been teaching and scouting myself for deer out here. Its a whole different world hunting deer in the west, but I think I am figuring it all out. I did a ton of scouting today for next year and plan to hit the spots again throughout the year to figure out the deer. Its something that I am confident that I can do and get good at. Its been a lot of fun now and a ton to learn and I know there is still way more I need to do and figure out.

I like it upper case. I am trying to start a trend.

"Our" is all of Realtree. I started the thread to get out of Corey's thread since he felt I was hijacking the thread with humor for William. Everyone was getting a kick out of my post and not posting about his topic at hand. I respected his wish to not hijack his thread and created this one to keep the humor out of his thread and bring it over here. Once folks posted here, this thread became a thread of random talk throughout the day to keep people busy and out of other threads where they could be seen as a flamer or hijacker. I was just trying to respect other posters at RealTree.

:clown: I was slightly kidding. Plus, I'm not texting your wife about this stuff..... I text her about other things.

40 year olds are a ton of fun. I would rather hang out with older ones instead of ones my age any day. Anyone up for a live hunt?

to a divorce party. Not exactly sure what to think, but I shall be there in an hour. Anyone ever been to one of these things? I'm assuming I dont have to take a gift. Figure she's getting enough from the husband with the divorce. I will buy her a beer or something if start to see people bringing gifts. Hopefully all goes well, but I can see it gettin' kinda crazy/weird/out-a-hand, with a bunch of 40 year old women partying to celebrate a divorce. One more reason to add to the list of being single.... Anyhow, wish me luck, I shall report back with my findings on the topic of 'Divorce Parties'.

Got a link? edit: and one gun is set in stone each day, but then a new day comes and the stone is empty. I have no idea, but have good ideas. They all change.

So, I have (I think) narrowed it down to two choices. The first being... Rem 700 300wm Sendero SF II and the second being..... Savage 116 bear hunter. I dont like the camo stock but could get it dipped or hydrographic something else. I have heard and researched good and bad opinions of both. Also, I kind of have my eye on a gun from Sniper Central, which in my price range will be a 308. Thoughts?

Am I considered not a Christian if I listen to Howard Stern?

Same here

Robin is hilarious!

Yes, I buy $100+ calls and yes they make a huge difference. Everytime I go out, I have around $650 hanging around my neck. To some, this might seem crazy and insane, but to me, its worth every penny. I have owned and tried every call out there and also sold every call out there. The ones I stick with are Foiles. They are by far the best sounding calls I have ever heard. Now, with all the junk going on with him now, you might be able to find some pretty smoking deals if you dont mind blowing a call from Jeff. Customer service is the best I have ever seen. Call them up, order whatever custom colored or wood call you want and it is shipped that same day. Also, anytime you need or want the call tuned, you just send it back, they tune it and ship that same day. Free of charge. Customer service is huge for me. But in all seriousness, if you placed 5 of the biggest names out there with no markings, I could pick out the Foiles and I would use it. Their goose calls are awesome as well. Very easy to blow and sound the best well equal to Tim Grounds. His goose calls are nice but I found them to be a little low for me compared to the Foiles. Sometimes I will pick up one of my cheaper calls , under 50 bucks, and blow them and cant stand it. I cant blow them at all, cant get fast with them, they stick, sound like a dying pig and are just no good. They make for good decorations. One call that I do love that is under 100 bucks in the Big Guys Best, Death Whistle in flamed hedge. I think I paid 60-75 bucks for mine and is bought through Foiles Migrators. A great call at a cheaper price. Its my 4th call that I go to when I am hunting zero degree weather and I am waiting for my Foiles to thaw out in my waders. Nothing with stay unfrozen in that kind of weather.

Unreal, Good luck on the hunt Sir. Let me know if you want to play with this guy, make it right and make him offer you another hunt. There are a lot of things you can find and do on the internet.....

What's it about? I didn't read it.

Did you really read all of that?

Rise, both of you, Rise to my arms, Astolfo and Estrella; As my two sisters' children always mine, Now more than ever, since myself and Poland Solely to you for our succession look'd. And now give ear, you and your several factions, And you, the Peers and Princes of this realm, While I reveal the purport of this meeting In words whose necessary length I trust No unsuccessful issue shall excuse. You and the world who have surnamed me "Sage" Know that I owe that title, if my due, To my long meditation on the book Which ever lying open overhead-- The book of heaven, I mean--so few have read; Whose golden letters on whose sapphire leaf, Distinguishing the page of day and night, And all the revolution of the year; So with the turning volume where they lie Still changing their prophetic syllables, They register the destinies of men: Until with eyes that, dim with years indeed, Are quicker to pursue the stars than rule them, I get the start of Time, and from his hand The wand of tardy revelation draw. Oh, had the self-same heaven upon his page Inscribed my death ere I should read my life And, by fore-casting of my own mischance, Play not the victim but the suicide In my own tragedy!--But you shall hear. You know how once, as kings must for their people, And only once, as wise men for themselves, I woo'd and wedded: know too that my Queen In childbirth died; but not, as you believe, With her, the son she died in giving life to. For, as the hour of birth was on the stroke, Her brain conceiving with her womb, she dream'd A serpent tore her entrail. And too surely (For evil omen seldom speaks in vain) The man-child breaking from that living tomb That makes our birth the antitype of death, Man-grateful, for the life she gave him paid By killing her: and with such circumstance As suited such unnatural tragedy; He coming into light, if light it were That darken'd at his very horoscope, When heaven's two champions--sun and moon I mean-- Suffused in blood upon each other fell In such a raging duel of eclipse As hath not terrified the universe Since that which wept in blood the death of Christ: When the dead walk'd, the waters turn'd to blood, Earth and her cities totter'd, and the world Seem'd shaken to its last paralysis. In such a paroxysm of dissolution That son of mine was born; by that first act Heading the monstrous catalogue of crime, I found fore-written in his horoscope; As great a monster in man's history As was in nature his nativity; So savage, bloody, terrible, and impious, Who, should he live, would tear his country's entrails, As by his birth his mother's; with which crime Beginning, he should clench the dreadful tale By trampling on his father's silver head. All which fore-reading, and his act of birth Fate's warrant that I read his life aright; To save his country from his mother's fate, I gave abroad that he had died with her His being slew; with midnight secrecy I had him carried to a lonely tower Hewn from the mountain-barriers of the realm, And under strict anathema of death Guarded from men's inquisitive approach, Save from the trusty few one needs must trust; Who while his fasten'd body they provide With salutary garb and nourishment, Instruct his soul in what no soul may miss Of holy faith, and in such other lore As may solace his life-imprisonment, And tame perhaps the Savage prophesied Toward such a trial as I aim at now, And now demand your special hearing to. What in this fearful business I have done, Judge whether lightly or maliciously,-- I, with my own and only flesh and blood, And proper lineal inheritor! I swear, had his foretold atrocities Touch'd me alone, I had not saved myself At such a cost to him; but as a king,-- A Christian king,--I say, advisedly, Who would devote his people to a tyrant Worse than Caligula fore-chronicled? But even this not without mis-giving, Lest by some chance mis-reading of the stars, Or mis-direction of what rightly read, I wrong my son of his prerogative, And Poland of her rightful sovereign. For, sure and certain prophets as the stars, Although they err not, he who reads them may; Or rightly reading--seeing there is One Who governs them, as, under Him, they us, We are not sure if the rough diagram They draw in heaven and we interpret here, Be sure of operation, if the Will Supreme, that sometimes for some special end The course of providential nature breaks By miracle, may not of these same stars Cancel his own first draft, or overrule What else fore-written all else overrules. As, for example, should the Will Almighty Permit the Free-will of particular man To break the meshes of else strangling fate-- Which Free-will, fearful of foretold abuse, I have myself from my own son for-closed From ever possible self-extrication; A terrible responsibility, Not to the conscience to be reconciled Unless opposing almost certain evil Against so slight contingency of good. Well--thus perplex'd, I have resolved at last To bring the thing nto trial: whereunto Here have I summon'd you, my Peers, and you Whom I more dearly look to, failing him, As witnesses to that which I propose; And thus propose the doing it. Clotaldo, Who guards my son with old fidelity, Shall bring him hither from his tower by night Locked in a sleep so fast as by my art I rivet to within a link of death, But yet from death so far, that next day's dawn Shall wake him up upon the royal bed, Complete in consciousness and faculty, When with all princely pomp and retinue My loyal Peers with due obeisance Shall hail him Segismund, the Prince of Poland. Then if with any show of human kindness He fling discredit, not upon the stars, But upon me, their misinterpreter, With all apology mistaken age Can make to youth it never meant to harm, To my son's forehead will I shift the crown I long have wish'd upon a younger brow; And in religious humiliation, For what of worn-out age remains to me, Entreat my pardon both of Heaven and him For tempting destinies beyond my reach. But if, as I misdoubt, at his first step The hoof of the predicted savage shows; Before predicted mischief can be done, The self-same sleep that loosed him from the chain Shall re-consign him, not to loose again. Then shall I, having lost that heir direct, Look solely to my sisters' children twain Each of a claim so equal as divides The voice of Poland to their several sides, But, as I trust, to be entwined ere long Into one single wreath so fair and strong As shall at once all difference atone, And cease the realm's division with their own. Cousins and Princes, Peers and Councillors, Such is the purport of this invitation, And such is my design. Whose furtherance If not as Sovereign, if not as Seer, Yet one whom these white locks, if nothing else, To patient acquiescence consecrate, I now demand and even supplicate.

I would assume they do, but I cant remember what they are like in person. I have only shot one and that was about 2 years ago. I am not going to order mine til mid February, unless taxes or bonus come in sooner. I dont want to use any money from my normal accounts and income for this toy. Knowing me, I will throw glass on it the day it comes in and go shoot and not wait around for a pad (if I need one) or a brake. I am already itching to shoot and I dont even own the gun yet.

I would quit

Also, I have kept that weight off for a while. My heaviest was 2-4 years ago, so I am pleased with the fact that I will have long periods of time where I will eat everything I want and the weight has stayed off. First things first, cut out all sodas and teas and any of drink with sugar in them. I try and avoid all enriched flour aka anything white. All white bread mainly. I also cut back a lot on carb intake. I still eat them but just not as much. What I have been doing the past couple of weeks is doing a protein shake for breakfast with a banana. mid morning eating some sort of protein snack, I normally do jerky, but when I run out, its a protein bar. Lunch will consist of a nice salad with fat free dressing and supper will be some sort of meat cooked. I am eating good and dont get hunger and actually enjoy each and every meal. I will not put food in me after 5:30 pm either. This has helped a lot with getting good sleep. I go lay down in bed as soon as I start to get the hungry feeling. Other than all that, I also watch portion control. Cut back on everything I serve myself. And one day a week, normally Saturdays or Sundays, I will eat real good.

It's weird for me, all my blood work is perfect. It was perfect when I was 275 and now that I am 225 its still perfect. I just want to hit 205 dang it. I am at a wall and not exactly sure what to do. Next week I will have to change something up. My weekend plan is to figure that out.