


September 22, 2009
Petzal: A Motto to Live By
By David E. Petzal
Everyone needs a motto. My high school’s motto was “Spirit o’er circumstance, ever supreme.” We changed it to “Screw it o’er circumstance, ever supreme,” and it seemed more appropriate. My Army regiment’s motto was “Esse quam videri,” “To be rather than to seem.” However, the best motto for my stage of life was provided by my fellow gun writer Stan Trzoniec: “Who gives a s**t?” Stan says that when you’re over 65 matters are truly out of your hands, and you can now relax and watch things come apart at the seams without getting your guts in a knot. For example:
“The American people have finally become aware that their government is no longer able to govern.”
“Who gives a s**t?”
So there I was shooting at 300 yards with a rifle of proven accuracy and a scope that worked fine and for some unfathomable reason I was spraying bullets all over the target. It wasn’t the wind; I had a wind flag downrange. The idea that I could be shooting badly was to absurd to contemplate, and that left me fresh out of solutions. So in a resonant voice, I said:
“Who gives a s**t?,” packed up my stuff, and drove home.
It felt good. You should try it, even if you’re under 65.
Comments (56)
Man, that's awesome. There's the key to a no-stress lifestyle! Next time I can't get a rifle to group I think I'll give that a try.....
I think you have really hit on something there, DEP. Glad you don't have to be over 65
to employ this philosophy. LMAO
I tried that with my wife once...once.
Dave, I think that maybe too many people throwing care to the wind has got us into some awful conditions in the past and as of late. I like you original idea. You old farts are better off just not caring.
Its a good motto, stops one from getting stressed on the small things, sometimes the big things too.
I keep telling myself that I don't but in my heart I know I do...
I just got a phone call as I was reading this blog that my RV got vandalized while it was in the shop for transmission work......
Who gives a s#!+ indeed!!!!!!!
F--- it. I have a new jar of 'shine. That will help solve the problem.
The only problem is that tomorrow I will give a s---.
As I sort through my fan mail and messages from the anti-hunters today...I will most definitely be thinking "who gives a Sh&t" and go on smiling about my day...
on another note however, sometimes when you don't give a S%^t, that S#$t ends up landing in a big pile at your door....sometimes S#$t needs shoveled...
While I have seen this philosophy work for many, I am not sure that it is fool proof.
Consider the following:
If one is full of SH*T, they must therefore give a SH*T, on the simple premise that they have not the capacity to take any SH*T off of anyone else. My observation thus is that most people cannot afford to Not give a SH*T!
De latenter vivendo
Dave's life philosophy is not without pitfalls.
You don't have to 'Give A $h1t" as long as you know jack $h1t.
For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt?
We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!' Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them.
Maybe that's my problem,...I always give a sh*t. I'll have to try this approach.
WA Mthunter... if you don't know your $h1t, then nobody does! LMAO
Next blog should revolve around people that don't know their A$$ from a hole in the ground... been wondering about that crowd as well! Any thoughts?
WA Mtnhunter-
You are either a philosopher on the same level as Confucius, or know way too much about the Jack Schitt family tree to be a mere genealogist. Are you by chance related?
ingebrigtsen-
Please enlighten me on what Plutarch has to do with the topic at hand?
im sure u meant epicurus since he founded the base for this little line later portented by plutarch, and we r discussing mottos to live by arent we??:P
Same thing happened to me today, Dave. My wife and I went to the range, and I fired two rifles in preparation for a Nevada elk hunt--my old 7mm Weatherby, and a .338 built on a Sako action. Both rifles have turned in sensational groups in the past and have accounted for dozens of animals. Today--5-shot group with the 7mm in 2-1/8"; two shots with the .338 2-1/2" high but left almost two inches, third shot at 12 o'clock. Three more shots with same result--two slightly to the left, then the last shot at 12 o'clock.
"To hell with it," I said. "Let's go home. Nothing wrong with the rifles. I obviously can't shoot the way I used to."
Aww S+*T.
I always say,
“If you never crossed fired on a target, you haven’t been shooting!”
There are days I feel like I can’t hit the ground with both feet so why get all worked up over it!
Yet there are those who share there hate and discontent
From Clays archives of bookmarks, places, information and things to read,
I rather lose a Match and learn something new, rather than win the match and learn nothing. For the next match what have I learned and not won prior has given me insight to excel beyond my wildest dreams!!!!
I haven't heard the Jack Schitt story in a while.. Ah memories.. As far as the don't give a sh*t philosophy, I'm not sure I could make it through half the days of the week anymore without a little of that attitude.. Life is too short to get all worked up. I consider myself lucky to have my ties to hunting and nature which has laid a damn decent foundation to being a reasonable human being. Unlike the pieces of sh*t that have been harassing idahooutdoors for the past couple weeks. I truly am blessed with the life I get to live and anyone who wants to rain on my parade: "I don't give a SH*T"
NOW, finally, Petzal you have become a true Curmudgeon. Curmudgeons In Training do alot of grousing and complaining. But real Curmudgeons just mutter to themselves and recognize that it's not worth a toot.
I Wanna Be Like Dave.
Maybe in another 60 years or so.... ;)
WA Mtnhunter,
I'm laughing so hard people in the office are staring at me.
I humbly apologize for the plagiarism. I just copied and pasted the Jack S--- story. The devil made me do it, I just could not help myself. I even laughed at it myself.
I hope I did not offend anyone, but then again, I don't give a $h!t if it did!
I have a friend whose last name is Schmidt and yes he did name his kid Jack, pretty close to the topic since I do know Jack Schmidt.
Just tell him to take out every other letter and see what he has....
WA Mtnhunter,
That is a great story. Do they all still live at that huge place called the Schitt House?
Happy Miles,
You know, I'll bet they live at the Schitt House right down the road from 'crm3006'! LOL
As an old 'Sky Soldier', he knows what it's like to be in the Schitt House or near it!
Who gives a s**t?
He who's full of s**t!
These S*it puns...SUC*...but who gives a s**t, right?
Anyway, our military motto was, since we were all collectively getting screwed at the same time,"Call 1-800-BIG *UCKIN WAH"
The F bomb seems to get the job done best for me.
WA Mtnhunter-
The most dreaded duty roster of all was the s**t burning detail. I have found myself on the roster and in or near the Schitt House on occasions too numerous to mention. LMAO
DEP-
I am glad that you found the notion that you could be shooting badly was to absurd to contemplate. I too find that an absurd notion, and my previous solution was to take the rifle home, give the offending weapon a thorough cleaning, beat it soundly and banish it to the gun safe for thirty days. On some rifles, I have even considered exorcism. Thank you for your sound advice, “Who gives a s**t?” is a much easier answer
Ah, the smell of fecal matter and diesel fuel burning in the morning. That plus the whop-whop-whop of rotor blades makes me want to duck and run to this day....
Yah - good motto - it fits the rest of our american culture. Especially the younger generation. It seems to me that, if thats the attitude, then one should have the balls to type it out. But who gives a ****!
All this is great as long as the one important time to "give a sh*t" is not ignored. That being, when the next presidential election comes around. Heck, any election. We have to "give a sh*t" then or we won't be able to go out and spray bullets accurately or otherwise.
I started saying 'what?' from time to time 15 years ago.
But lately it's become part of my daily vocabulary and a few weeks ago, when I was pulled over by a cop who asked, "Do you ... ... I ...". and I replied, "What?" he did not look happy. I nodded, knowingly, when he spoke again and he just waved me on.
So I went to the V.A. hospital where they excavated me for a hearing aid. Tomorrow I go back for the installation. Like most long-time shooters, the ear opposite the side from which I shoot is the most hearing impaired. I'll probably only use it/them for movies and T.V., but...who gives a s...?
I think you fellers have done went and sharted yoursleves!
The Schitt family pioneered some territory in Texas, I believe. There is a spring-fed body of water there known as Schitt Creek. Jack's wife, Noe, was born in Shinola, KS, and after her marriage was known as Noe Schitt from Shinola. When she and Jack divorced, it was noted by her attorney that in her settlement she had "taken a good Schitt."
I like "paso por aqui". We are all just passing by, so don't sweat the small stuff. In American vernacular, it translates into "who gives a sh#t".
My favorite good-for-most-situations reply is taken from the book "Semi-Tough" by Dan Jenkins. Trying to calm a nervous fellow player before the Super Bowl, his buddy says: "Just remember, no matter what happens 600 million Chinamen won't give a sh*t." (I'm quoting as well as I can recall since I loaned the book to a friend and he lost it).
Works almost all the time.
I think I was in Shinola, KS once. Or it might have been Shinola, Nebraska. I can't recall.....
either of those would be near BFE......
Ooops ... I fergot we have a 'modesty filter' !
So Dave Petzal ... Take two;
I've been hoarding my poop for quite a spell.
Hey KJ,
I was up Schitt Creek without a paddle one time.
once you hit a certain point in your life, that is fine. lets face it Dave, you have paid your dues, so if that is how you feel, great. but, in a younger person who is starting out in life, if he (or she) has that attitude, they are going nowhere! that is precisely the attitude that many, many people complain about with way to many wal-mart employees. when you have no control over a given situation, well, what are you going to do? but, if the whole country took that attitude, our gun rights, hell, all of our rights would go right out the door, and some country like China would just waltz in and take over. then lets see you say, "who gives a ship! besides, i would bet that if our rights were on the line, you would stand up and fight just as hard as any of us. there are certain situations where it is fine, but i dont think that it is a way to live your life!
Well as for words to live by lately it's been I know the difference, and HIS is not shinola. I've been not giving aa chit for a little while lately, like maybe my give a dam broke, I don't know. It's very tiring to pay attention to how terrible things are getting, I don't have any idea how my ol lady watches the news, and glenn beck and all. I'd be a nutcase (though there are those that would argue that'd be no signifigant change)
I really needed this today guys! Just got oveer e three day bout with the Schmitts! Dr. Gave me Lomotil and finally got the "Cork" to work again, good thing I did nit read the yesterday! {8^D
Moishe,
I'd offer you some of this jar, but there's no telling what fights you'd get in or what you'd bed down with!
I prefer the "I don't take no $hit, I don't give a $hit, and I don't know $hit, I'm not in the $hit business!"
48 posts so far and it's sure to double that number before interest trails off, so I have only one comment: "You guys sure get worked up over no s*** at all".
Hummmmmmmmmm--lots of sh*t being spread arond here. Having been through two of our so called police actions and shot at and hit---sh*t at and missed--and at age 75,guess I don't give a sh*t either-- everything almost always still works, BUT, let one of those third world nations think they can walk over us---I'll start giving a sh*t again and get the old M-1 out of the safe and fight with the best of them.
sgaredneck, yesterday, I may still not have been able to keep it down, much better today!
I'll take a tug in your honor then.....
Folks, on a different note we have a PETA/wacko alert on the blog about the deer-kill billboard from a few days ago. Check out what is being spewed.
......those PETA/anti posts would definitely qualify in the s--- category.
Some days are just better than others when comes to shooting. I to have just foldedup shopand gone homefor another day. Works fine for me and saves Ammo and my elegion. When was in Wy for a Lope hunt we all had to go to the range and prove we could hit the target. I had my 700 Custom 25-06 and had praticeda lot. My first shot at the bull was 2" directly above it and i said to the instructor thats fine. He ask don;t you care to shoot more, I told him why screw me up, as i'm happy with my shot and the shot at the Lope is gonna be a cold bbl and hopefully one shot. Truth behold, thats what happened. I zero all my hunting rifles at 200yds and if a Rocky Mtn hunt at 200 + 1" for out there. And some days due to many reasons we can shoot better than othes, can be our frame of mind, weather, temp and the ammo or the scope and gun. But with the LeupoldDDT's thescope is not a problem as a rule. Those Nikons are my cup of tea. Shoot-um-often and straight.
Dave, To truly be happy you have to know when to give a sh*t and when not to give a sh*t based on likely outcomes. Kind of like "know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em" if you will.
loved the Schitt family history. Some guys can really write. Where do they come up with this sh*t?
I don't know, Del. I just copied it. I wonder when they have the time.
WMH
My Drill SGT told that story to my Basic training platoon in 1959, so its been floating around ( Maybe a bad choice of words) for many years , always funny and people keep adding to it.
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Dave's life philosophy is not without pitfalls.
You don't have to 'Give A $h1t" as long as you know jack $h1t.
For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt?
We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!' Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them.
As I sort through my fan mail and messages from the anti-hunters today...I will most definitely be thinking "who gives a Sh&t" and go on smiling about my day...
I tried that with my wife once...once.
on another note however, sometimes when you don't give a S%^t, that S#$t ends up landing in a big pile at your door....sometimes S#$t needs shoveled...
I just got a phone call as I was reading this blog that my RV got vandalized while it was in the shop for transmission work......
Who gives a s#!+ indeed!!!!!!!
F--- it. I have a new jar of 'shine. That will help solve the problem.
The only problem is that tomorrow I will give a s---.
I keep telling myself that I don't but in my heart I know I do...
WA Mthunter... if you don't know your $h1t, then nobody does! LMAO
Next blog should revolve around people that don't know their A$$ from a hole in the ground... been wondering about that crowd as well! Any thoughts?
I always say,
“If you never crossed fired on a target, you haven’t been shooting!”
There are days I feel like I can’t hit the ground with both feet so why get all worked up over it!
Yet there are those who share there hate and discontent
From Clays archives of bookmarks, places, information and things to read,
I rather lose a Match and learn something new, rather than win the match and learn nothing. For the next match what have I learned and not won prior has given me insight to excel beyond my wildest dreams!!!!
Same thing happened to me today, Dave. My wife and I went to the range, and I fired two rifles in preparation for a Nevada elk hunt--my old 7mm Weatherby, and a .338 built on a Sako action. Both rifles have turned in sensational groups in the past and have accounted for dozens of animals. Today--5-shot group with the 7mm in 2-1/8"; two shots with the .338 2-1/2" high but left almost two inches, third shot at 12 o'clock. Three more shots with same result--two slightly to the left, then the last shot at 12 o'clock.
"To hell with it," I said. "Let's go home. Nothing wrong with the rifles. I obviously can't shoot the way I used to."
While I have seen this philosophy work for many, I am not sure that it is fool proof.
Consider the following:
If one is full of SH*T, they must therefore give a SH*T, on the simple premise that they have not the capacity to take any SH*T off of anyone else. My observation thus is that most people cannot afford to Not give a SH*T!
De latenter vivendo
Ah, the smell of fecal matter and diesel fuel burning in the morning. That plus the whop-whop-whop of rotor blades makes me want to duck and run to this day....
WA Mtnhunter-
You are either a philosopher on the same level as Confucius, or know way too much about the Jack Schitt family tree to be a mere genealogist. Are you by chance related?
ingebrigtsen-
Please enlighten me on what Plutarch has to do with the topic at hand?
Hummmmmmmmmm--lots of sh*t being spread arond here. Having been through two of our so called police actions and shot at and hit---sh*t at and missed--and at age 75,guess I don't give a sh*t either-- everything almost always still works, BUT, let one of those third world nations think they can walk over us---I'll start giving a sh*t again and get the old M-1 out of the safe and fight with the best of them.
Its a good motto, stops one from getting stressed on the small things, sometimes the big things too.
im sure u meant epicurus since he founded the base for this little line later portented by plutarch, and we r discussing mottos to live by arent we??:P
Moishe,
I'd offer you some of this jar, but there's no telling what fights you'd get in or what you'd bed down with!
48 posts so far and it's sure to double that number before interest trails off, so I have only one comment: "You guys sure get worked up over no s*** at all".
I humbly apologize for the plagiarism. I just copied and pasted the Jack S--- story. The devil made me do it, I just could not help myself. I even laughed at it myself.
I hope I did not offend anyone, but then again, I don't give a $h!t if it did!
I think you have really hit on something there, DEP. Glad you don't have to be over 65
to employ this philosophy. LMAO
WA Mtnhunter-
The most dreaded duty roster of all was the s**t burning detail. I have found myself on the roster and in or near the Schitt House on occasions too numerous to mention. LMAO
DEP-
I am glad that you found the notion that you could be shooting badly was to absurd to contemplate. I too find that an absurd notion, and my previous solution was to take the rifle home, give the offending weapon a thorough cleaning, beat it soundly and banish it to the gun safe for thirty days. On some rifles, I have even considered exorcism. Thank you for your sound advice, “Who gives a s**t?” is a much easier answer
Dave, To truly be happy you have to know when to give a sh*t and when not to give a sh*t based on likely outcomes. Kind of like "know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em" if you will.
loved the Schitt family history. Some guys can really write. Where do they come up with this sh*t?
I have a friend whose last name is Schmidt and yes he did name his kid Jack, pretty close to the topic since I do know Jack Schmidt.
The Schitt family pioneered some territory in Texas, I believe. There is a spring-fed body of water there known as Schitt Creek. Jack's wife, Noe, was born in Shinola, KS, and after her marriage was known as Noe Schitt from Shinola. When she and Jack divorced, it was noted by her attorney that in her settlement she had "taken a good Schitt."
All this is great as long as the one important time to "give a sh*t" is not ignored. That being, when the next presidential election comes around. Heck, any election. We have to "give a sh*t" then or we won't be able to go out and spray bullets accurately or otherwise.
Maybe that's my problem,...I always give a sh*t. I'll have to try this approach.
These S*it puns...SUC*...but who gives a s**t, right?
Anyway, our military motto was, since we were all collectively getting screwed at the same time,"Call 1-800-BIG *UCKIN WAH"
The F bomb seems to get the job done best for me.
once you hit a certain point in your life, that is fine. lets face it Dave, you have paid your dues, so if that is how you feel, great. but, in a younger person who is starting out in life, if he (or she) has that attitude, they are going nowhere! that is precisely the attitude that many, many people complain about with way to many wal-mart employees. when you have no control over a given situation, well, what are you going to do? but, if the whole country took that attitude, our gun rights, hell, all of our rights would go right out the door, and some country like China would just waltz in and take over. then lets see you say, "who gives a ship! besides, i would bet that if our rights were on the line, you would stand up and fight just as hard as any of us. there are certain situations where it is fine, but i dont think that it is a way to live your life!
I think you fellers have done went and sharted yoursleves!
I started saying 'what?' from time to time 15 years ago.
But lately it's become part of my daily vocabulary and a few weeks ago, when I was pulled over by a cop who asked, "Do you ... ... I ...". and I replied, "What?" he did not look happy. I nodded, knowingly, when he spoke again and he just waved me on.
So I went to the V.A. hospital where they excavated me for a hearing aid. Tomorrow I go back for the installation. Like most long-time shooters, the ear opposite the side from which I shoot is the most hearing impaired. I'll probably only use it/them for movies and T.V., but...who gives a s...?
Aww S+*T.
Man, that's awesome. There's the key to a no-stress lifestyle! Next time I can't get a rifle to group I think I'll give that a try.....
I haven't heard the Jack Schitt story in a while.. Ah memories.. As far as the don't give a sh*t philosophy, I'm not sure I could make it through half the days of the week anymore without a little of that attitude.. Life is too short to get all worked up. I consider myself lucky to have my ties to hunting and nature which has laid a damn decent foundation to being a reasonable human being. Unlike the pieces of sh*t that have been harassing idahooutdoors for the past couple weeks. I truly am blessed with the life I get to live and anyone who wants to rain on my parade: "I don't give a SH*T"
Just tell him to take out every other letter and see what he has....
Happy Miles,
You know, I'll bet they live at the Schitt House right down the road from 'crm3006'! LOL
As an old 'Sky Soldier', he knows what it's like to be in the Schitt House or near it!
I don't know, Del. I just copied it. I wonder when they have the time.
WMH
NOW, finally, Petzal you have become a true Curmudgeon. Curmudgeons In Training do alot of grousing and complaining. But real Curmudgeons just mutter to themselves and recognize that it's not worth a toot.
I Wanna Be Like Dave.
Maybe in another 60 years or so.... ;)
WA Mtnhunter,
That is a great story. Do they all still live at that huge place called the Schitt House?
Hey KJ,
I was up Schitt Creek without a paddle one time.
Who gives a s**t?
He who's full of s**t!
WA Mtnhunter,
I'm laughing so hard people in the office are staring at me.
I like "paso por aqui". We are all just passing by, so don't sweat the small stuff. In American vernacular, it translates into "who gives a sh#t".
I prefer the "I don't take no $hit, I don't give a $hit, and I don't know $hit, I'm not in the $hit business!"
My favorite good-for-most-situations reply is taken from the book "Semi-Tough" by Dan Jenkins. Trying to calm a nervous fellow player before the Super Bowl, his buddy says: "Just remember, no matter what happens 600 million Chinamen won't give a sh*t." (I'm quoting as well as I can recall since I loaned the book to a friend and he lost it).
Works almost all the time.
Yah - good motto - it fits the rest of our american culture. Especially the younger generation. It seems to me that, if thats the attitude, then one should have the balls to type it out. But who gives a ****!
Well as for words to live by lately it's been I know the difference, and HIS is not shinola. I've been not giving aa chit for a little while lately, like maybe my give a dam broke, I don't know. It's very tiring to pay attention to how terrible things are getting, I don't have any idea how my ol lady watches the news, and glenn beck and all. I'd be a nutcase (though there are those that would argue that'd be no signifigant change)
either of those would be near BFE......
I think I was in Shinola, KS once. Or it might have been Shinola, Nebraska. I can't recall.....
Dave, I think that maybe too many people throwing care to the wind has got us into some awful conditions in the past and as of late. I like you original idea. You old farts are better off just not caring.
Some days are just better than others when comes to shooting. I to have just foldedup shopand gone homefor another day. Works fine for me and saves Ammo and my elegion. When was in Wy for a Lope hunt we all had to go to the range and prove we could hit the target. I had my 700 Custom 25-06 and had praticeda lot. My first shot at the bull was 2" directly above it and i said to the instructor thats fine. He ask don;t you care to shoot more, I told him why screw me up, as i'm happy with my shot and the shot at the Lope is gonna be a cold bbl and hopefully one shot. Truth behold, thats what happened. I zero all my hunting rifles at 200yds and if a Rocky Mtn hunt at 200 + 1" for out there. And some days due to many reasons we can shoot better than othes, can be our frame of mind, weather, temp and the ammo or the scope and gun. But with the LeupoldDDT's thescope is not a problem as a rule. Those Nikons are my cup of tea. Shoot-um-often and straight.
Ooops ... I fergot we have a 'modesty filter' !
So Dave Petzal ... Take two;
I've been hoarding my poop for quite a spell.
I really needed this today guys! Just got oveer e three day bout with the Schmitts! Dr. Gave me Lomotil and finally got the "Cork" to work again, good thing I did nit read the yesterday! {8^D
sgaredneck, yesterday, I may still not have been able to keep it down, much better today!
My Drill SGT told that story to my Basic training platoon in 1959, so its been floating around ( Maybe a bad choice of words) for many years , always funny and people keep adding to it.
I'll take a tug in your honor then.....
Folks, on a different note we have a PETA/wacko alert on the blog about the deer-kill billboard from a few days ago. Check out what is being spewed.
......those PETA/anti posts would definitely qualify in the s--- category.
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