This Abilene boy who had the temerity to matriculate to the beautiful University of Texas at Austin instead of that shithole in Lubbock has an unnatural hatred for all things Tech. Fuck their school, their teams, and their fans.
All the hotels in Fairbanks do this. In fact if you leave it in the winter they’ll plug your car in for you if you call them the day before you arrive so that bitch will start at 40 below
Anyone have a go to for hard to find parts?
I have a stainless pre-Taurus Rossi M971 357 mag that needs a new crane.
I’ve ordered a couple off the internet but they don’t fit.
Suggestions appreciated
I don’t technically have an address, so I cannot obtain a Real ID.
We just use our passports for air travel.
I will be arrested when I refuse to pay the fee I’m sure.
We’re down to about six hours of daylight per day rand still losing light. Sub-zero temps are the norm. Great time to take a nap on the bed next to the wood stove in the sunlight
We live about 3 miles off the highway. Magnum likes to run ahead of the truck to the cabin. At 11ish he can still make the 3 miles but it’s at more of a jog now
Near Truths and Hotel Rooms got stuck in the CD player just outside of Abilene when we headed north to Alaska
We listened to that CD for 11 days through the plains, into and across Canada, and into Alaska
Soundtrack of good memories for me
Vaya con dios
My wife is a wheel gun girl. She hates semi autos. She carries a .44 mag in the woods, but in town she carries a stainless S&W model 60 chief’s special.
She loves it and can change you from a rooster to a hen in one shot.
Nightmare fuel
We keep an aluminum baseball bat in the outhouse named Aloysius Devadander Abercrombie if something wanders up while you’re in the shitter
And Dick P is a legend up here. Dude carved his own plates, bowls, forks, spoons…he used his glorious solitude wisely
I was gifted a chunk of moose backstrap this year since I didn’t catch one this hunting season.
Since it’s only Mrs. Moose and I, the plan is to make a batch of yeast rolls and have chicken fried backstrap sliders. Lettuce and tomato available if you want it “Dude Style,” or a bowl of cream gravy for dipping.
Chocolate pecan pie for dessert.
Biscuits were the first thing my mom taught me to make. I think I was about 7.
I’m 54 now and I still make at least one batch of biscuits a week, usually for a weekend splurge. In my youth I made several batches a week. Nothing impressed a young lady more than scratch biscuits…thanks mom. Biscuits might be my favorite thing on the planet.
I’ve actually wondered how many biscuits I’ve made in my life. The number has to be in the thousands.