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California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
Almost 80-years-old, with a 6-43 manufacture date.
If I cobble up some sort of pistol grip, an adjustable butt stock, and a vertical grip, do you think that would get me crossed off the dictato, er guv's Christmas card list?
Seems odd. I tried to get an M1A in CA and they were strictly verboten. Once I escaped though it was an early purchase upon my arrival in America.
CZ93X62
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The only "verboten" part of an M1A was the 20-round magazine and the OEM flash-hiders. Springfield Armory came up with a CA-legal muzzle unit very early in the Assault-Weapons goat-rope sequence. The short answer to that element--if the vents on your muzzle unit run parallel to the bore line, then the unit is a "flash suppressor" and is verboten. If the vents run at some direction other than parallel to the bore line, or are drilled round--the device is then called a "muzzle brake" or "recoil reducer", and is legal. GMBTA. When you try to legislate fashion statements, such idiocies are the outcomes.
I have had 3 of the M1A variants--one each rack-grade and NatMatch in the 1980s and 1990s, then a 3rd rack-grade in the early 2000s. With the closure of the local Inland Fish & Game Association ranges (site of the Burrito Shoots made famous by Buckshot), and the costs of running a self-loading 308 on the diminished income of my early retired years, I sold that 3rd rifle off as well. Maybe if I moved someplace with a decent range nearby I would get another example, dunno. I definitely like the critters, and had use of one at work for a couple years. One fool fleeing on an ATC with an AR-15 came real close to containing a couple soft-point from that rifle in 1991 near I-15 and SR-74 in the eucalyptus groves, but the AR-15 bounced free and landed on the ground. The fleeing meth cook elected to keep going and not pick up the rifle, which saved ammunition on my end.
I have had 3 of the M1A variants--one each rack-grade and NatMatch in the 1980s and 1990s, then a 3rd rack-grade in the early 2000s. With the closure of the local Inland Fish & Game Association ranges (site of the Burrito Shoots made famous by Buckshot), and the costs of running a self-loading 308 on the diminished income of my early retired years, I sold that 3rd rifle off as well. Maybe if I moved someplace with a decent range nearby I would get another example, dunno. I definitely like the critters, and had use of one at work for a couple years. One fool fleeing on an ATC with an AR-15 came real close to containing a couple soft-point from that rifle in 1991 near I-15 and SR-74 in the eucalyptus groves, but the AR-15 bounced free and landed on the ground. The fleeing meth cook elected to keep going and not pick up the rifle, which saved ammunition on my end.
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RBHarter
West Central AR
I saw this the other day I guess maybe over the weekend .
I had to read it several times to figure out if it was the gas checks guys or the bulk 1x and pulls guys . It would appear that it is the gas check Sages . It explains why we haven't seen much since last spring and the ever slower services .
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I had to read it several times to figure out if it was the gas checks guys or the bulk 1x and pulls guys . It would appear that it is the gas check Sages . It explains why we haven't seen much since last spring and the ever slower services .
Tried tying an Ozark rabbit tail sculpin today & a small foam popper. Fingers don't work as well as they used to. Almost forgot how the whip tool works. Need to practice tying blood knot with the toothpick. GK wants to learn fly fishing. I haven't done any in 2 yrs so I gotta practice too. Had put some roach motels under some furniture, she found today - well, leave them alone! Got the gas grill cleaned out so the flame is blue now. Chicken tonite.
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oscarflytyer
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Finished up the Garand loading. Used up the 2 odd lbs of one lot of IMR 4895 I had. Turned out ~300 rds.
Rally
NC Minnesota
Can't tell you how many memories your post brings back for me, easily a couple hundred. Some of the meals Dad and I came up with while on our own cooking, would make alot of folks gag, like nearly raw duck breast and beans, warmed over a Coleman single burner stove in a duck blind, with only the bean can for a pan! Probably could have cooked it more, but the Blue Bills were dropping in pretty steady, and we really only used a meal as an excuse to keep from freezing to death! LOL
Did you know, two cans of Corned beef hash, a dozen eggs, cradled in a piece of aluminum foil, sitting on the bow cap of a boat, in hot weather, well Mn. hot weather, will kind of cook in about 4 hours? Makes great sandwiches about noon, if you've been fishing since 4 Am. Northern slime just adds to the ambiance!
You know those cheap cinnamon rolls, that come eight to a pack, come in a few variations, (we like the raisin ones) and cost about a dollar? I can confirm they taste pretty good if your near starving, nearly frozen, no stores open, in a boat, in the middle of NC Montana after changing the second flat tire of the day, and even with Antelope or deer blood on your hands. They even make Tasters Choice instant coffee taste good, even cold.
Wind dried strips of Antelope need some heat in October.
VanDecamp beans will freeze and break open if left behind the seat of the truck in December here.
Bacon and biscuits tastes better than half cold Tomato soup, even if they have been in your shell vest for three days, just pick around the pheasant feathers.
Your tongue is going to be raw if you eat a big bag of peppermint candy in four days.
Steaming hot Apple Cider is a drink fit for kings, after a long canoe trapline, even if a couple drops of water from muskeg soaked socks, hanging from your top line drips in the cup first! LOL
Ian
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Water from a light afternoon heat shower sipped from goat tracks in baked mud is also a drink fit for kings when 12 miles from camp on foot and the canteens have run dry.
Vienna sausages, mustard, and saltines was a fishing lunch with Dad, had that many times as a kid and pretty much hated the sausages. Deviled ham was pretty good with the same condiment (or not) and same delivery mechanism. Heaven was when Dad would spring for kippered herring. Sardines were good, as were the tinned oysters. Peanut butter, whole-wheat bread, and canned beans were as cheap and sustaining then as now but for some reason Dad's idea of low-budget outdoor fuel was always crackers and tinned meat.
The best though, when wrung out, dead tired, 70 miles to go after a long, cold, wet day full of fun and disasters is a bag of Chee-Toes and a carton of chocolate milk. That's the one thing that will always remind me of him, long after he's gone.
Vienna sausages, mustard, and saltines was a fishing lunch with Dad, had that many times as a kid and pretty much hated the sausages. Deviled ham was pretty good with the same condiment (or not) and same delivery mechanism. Heaven was when Dad would spring for kippered herring. Sardines were good, as were the tinned oysters. Peanut butter, whole-wheat bread, and canned beans were as cheap and sustaining then as now but for some reason Dad's idea of low-budget outdoor fuel was always crackers and tinned meat.
The best though, when wrung out, dead tired, 70 miles to go after a long, cold, wet day full of fun and disasters is a bag of Chee-Toes and a carton of chocolate milk. That's the one thing that will always remind me of him, long after he's gone.
Ian
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A big sack of Idaho Russets and a case of Top Ramen, together with a shaker of Tony Chachere's and whatever small game could be produced, sustained yours truly and a close friend in good style through two weeks of cold, rainy Christmas break in high school. We just kept the big aluminum pot on the edge of the fire all day and added/subtracted from it as required. Somewhere in there a generous soul left a full case of Schlitz for us to find, that's when we discovered that boiled potatoes, Ramen, rabbit, and BEER makes a pretty good stew, just don't add the ramen until about ten minutes before serving. We were so cold I don't think we ever drank enough to catch a buzz.
CZ93X62
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Saltine crackers and hard salami made for many a fine hunting or fishing lunch. As Dad said, "Salami is the REAL reason for carrying a hunting knife!" Just typing that reminded me of the twinkle in his eye when he said things like that. I still bring those along on desert day trips with Marie. There are some Mountain House packet meals in our travel box Just In Case, but for most trips the crackers, salami, and whatever drive-through fast food we can kick up usually does the trick. For the record, I am quite fond of the MH beef stroganoff and chicken teriyaki. The chili mac isn't bad, but the after-effects can be Things Not Of This Earth. FYI.
oscarflytyer
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The cooking stuff is watering my eyes! Have MANY memories like all the above. Also why I own 4 Coleman stoves (one IS for lead casting!) and a latern! And I still "camp cook" like many of the examples above. Ain't no telling what I will concoct when camping/hunting. But everyone seems to like it!
Joshua
Taco Aficionado/Salish Sea Pirate/Part-Time Dragon
Either fishing or water skiing my dad always forgot to bring food and water. We had a truck with a old cab over camper that was our tow vehicle. There always seemed to be discount brand tuna in that camper. He would buy it in logs. I can’t count the number of times I opened a warm can of tuna, drank the water off the top, and then ate the tuna.
I’ve got a hunting story. A wave hunting story. Most of my late teens and early twenties was spent chasing girls, beer, and surf. In the winter the water were I lived would get down below 55 degrees Fahrenheit. Winter is also when the waves get big. After three or four hours of continuous paddling, duck diving big sets, and both catching and falling off big waves, you can build up quite the appetite.
My running partner and I would buy the biggest burritos we could find. By about the forth bite it would happen. Your sinuses would open up and what seemed like a significant amount of the Pacific Ocean would start dripping out of your nose. We’d be dog tired, shivering, and and so happy to be eating our meal; even if it was getting getting a bit soggy from the salt water.
Now for the real hunting story. Tonight I mountain biked in a few miles past a timber company gate, and got set up on one side of a clear cut. Well I guess I didn’t bike in far enough. Over the next hour I had five other hunters walk on by. Didn’t see anything tonight.
Josh
I’ve got a hunting story. A wave hunting story. Most of my late teens and early twenties was spent chasing girls, beer, and surf. In the winter the water were I lived would get down below 55 degrees Fahrenheit. Winter is also when the waves get big. After three or four hours of continuous paddling, duck diving big sets, and both catching and falling off big waves, you can build up quite the appetite.
My running partner and I would buy the biggest burritos we could find. By about the forth bite it would happen. Your sinuses would open up and what seemed like a significant amount of the Pacific Ocean would start dripping out of your nose. We’d be dog tired, shivering, and and so happy to be eating our meal; even if it was getting getting a bit soggy from the salt water.
Now for the real hunting story. Tonight I mountain biked in a few miles past a timber company gate, and got set up on one side of a clear cut. Well I guess I didn’t bike in far enough. Over the next hour I had five other hunters walk on by. Didn’t see anything tonight.
Josh
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Cadillac Jeff
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I remember going squirl huntin with Dad----he would buy a box of ding-dongs<<< back when they were foil rapped & a 6 pack of pepsi, as a kid I thought that was sooo cool.
L Ross
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Thanks guys.
I used my last Coleman stove for bullet casting for many years and it became so lead spattered I finally shut canned it. I've been using a small Coleman propane fueled grill to cook dogs and brats, and burgers on ice fishing and Spring hand lining trips, but you can't use a pan on it. Before hitting Craig's List I put out an e-mail to some of my buddies to see if anyone had one they wanted to part with and I got two instant offers. Today I'm heading out to pick up a 3 burner that has been languishing in a basement unused for years.
I am going to rekindle some memories and I promise to create a few for some youngsters if I can.
I used to go primitive camping with a bunch of F&I War and Fur Trade Era reenactor friends. We didn't do exactly hunt or starve weekends, but we did take minimal supplies and augmented them with critters. The rule was no gross violating. No deer out of season, no wood peckers, or bald eagles. However porky pines, muskrat, beaver, snow shoe rabbit, pine squirrels all ended up in the pot at times. Finding a red, (pine), squirrel in your ladle of peas porridge was better than the prize in a box of Cracker Jacks!
Came home and back to work after one such adventure and had to attend a Monday morning meeting at the local domestic violence shelter. (I was Director of Crime Prevention at the time.) The entire board and staff of this facility were all women. Many were pretty radical and a couple were LBGQT whatever advocates and practitioners. They were sort of "snake fascinated" by my neanderthal leanings and were aware I had just gotten back from a testosterone laden, guys only, late Fall encampment. They were teasing me about running through the woods in a "loin cloth" eating nuts and berries and inquired about the menu from the extended weekend. I explained my friends and I brought some salt, pepper, corn meal, maple sugar, a little pemmican, and safe drinking water. What ever meat we could shoot or trap went into the camp meals. When pressed to describe the harmless forest creatures we had killed, I explained we shot a porky, and snared a beaver, and trapped a muskrat. I opined that I hoped we were all hoping we weren't going to get Giardiasis because the beaver broiled on a sharpened green stick was a little rare.
One of the newest hires of staff was a recent college grad, a young blonde somewhat guileless, and just figuring out that her recently attained degree was never going to make her wealthy. She turned to me with a charming innocence and asked, "Duke, what does rare beaver taste like?" I swear the coffee that snorked out of the nose of one of the more "experienced" gals just about covered the entire conference table. I was blushing, the questioner turned beet red and mumbled, "Oh." We moved on to the meeting business at hand.
I used my last Coleman stove for bullet casting for many years and it became so lead spattered I finally shut canned it. I've been using a small Coleman propane fueled grill to cook dogs and brats, and burgers on ice fishing and Spring hand lining trips, but you can't use a pan on it. Before hitting Craig's List I put out an e-mail to some of my buddies to see if anyone had one they wanted to part with and I got two instant offers. Today I'm heading out to pick up a 3 burner that has been languishing in a basement unused for years.
I am going to rekindle some memories and I promise to create a few for some youngsters if I can.
I used to go primitive camping with a bunch of F&I War and Fur Trade Era reenactor friends. We didn't do exactly hunt or starve weekends, but we did take minimal supplies and augmented them with critters. The rule was no gross violating. No deer out of season, no wood peckers, or bald eagles. However porky pines, muskrat, beaver, snow shoe rabbit, pine squirrels all ended up in the pot at times. Finding a red, (pine), squirrel in your ladle of peas porridge was better than the prize in a box of Cracker Jacks!
Came home and back to work after one such adventure and had to attend a Monday morning meeting at the local domestic violence shelter. (I was Director of Crime Prevention at the time.) The entire board and staff of this facility were all women. Many were pretty radical and a couple were LBGQT whatever advocates and practitioners. They were sort of "snake fascinated" by my neanderthal leanings and were aware I had just gotten back from a testosterone laden, guys only, late Fall encampment. They were teasing me about running through the woods in a "loin cloth" eating nuts and berries and inquired about the menu from the extended weekend. I explained my friends and I brought some salt, pepper, corn meal, maple sugar, a little pemmican, and safe drinking water. What ever meat we could shoot or trap went into the camp meals. When pressed to describe the harmless forest creatures we had killed, I explained we shot a porky, and snared a beaver, and trapped a muskrat. I opined that I hoped we were all hoping we weren't going to get Giardiasis because the beaver broiled on a sharpened green stick was a little rare.
One of the newest hires of staff was a recent college grad, a young blonde somewhat guileless, and just figuring out that her recently attained degree was never going to make her wealthy. She turned to me with a charming innocence and asked, "Duke, what does rare beaver taste like?" I swear the coffee that snorked out of the nose of one of the more "experienced" gals just about covered the entire conference table. I was blushing, the questioner turned beet red and mumbled, "Oh." We moved on to the meeting business at hand.
