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CaptainKirk

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Well, it SEEMED like thousands. Probably a couple hundred, anyway....
Shiny little round balls...hundreds of them.
Today the planets aligned; the temps broke into the upper forties, and the strong winds of yesterday diminished, and most importantly, the wife was working....so I got in my first casting session of 2011.
I ran a couple hundred .454 RB and a few Lee conicals thrown in for good measure.
Now, all this was done on the back deck, sitting at the picnic table (which I dragged out of winter storage just for this little cameo!) I had hoped to get all finished up before SOQS (She Of Queenly Stature) returned from work, so I wouldn't get yelled at for enjoying my day off. But once you get rolling, it's hard to stop, and before you know it the dog was barking and I was...'busted'!
"What'cha doin'", says she?
Oh nothin' much, just casting some bullets, I say nonchalantly.
"Outside? Isn't it cold?"
Nah...it's fine with a jacket on.

So she comes out to see what I'm doing, and sees molten lead splatters all over the top of her picnic table
(This is not good, is it, Yogi?)
(No, Booboo...it's not good to splatter lead on the pick-a-nick table. Nosiree!)
"ON MY PICNIC TABLE"????!!!! SOQS shrieks..
won'thurtnuthin, I mumble under my breath. And then..I'll wipe it all off when I'm done! (brightly)
SOQS returns to the castle, none too pleased.
Later, after I'm finished, I get the obligatory lecture about how I could burn the table and/or the deck with the hot lead, and how the grandkids eat there in the summer, etc. etc. and how I'd better find a different spot to cast...next time.
All of which is true, but all which could be countered with rational discussion...such as;
1) lead residue wipes off with soap and water. Besides, she uses a tablecloth in the summer.
2) Lead splatters don't burn the wood, for the most part. They're cold before they hit, or at least not hot enough to burn wood. Besides, if they did, there would be burn marks all over the table AND the deck. (But I don't tell her this.)
In fact, I don't tell her ANY of it. I simply agree to find 'somewhere else' to cast :bow: (gee, maybe I can set up a tent in the yard) and make a mental note to start earlier next time!
Besides, who ever heard of trying to hold a rational discussion with a woman, anyway? I gave up on that decades ago... :surrender:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0g8FLSGRYW0
 
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I've been retired for 6 years now. Wish I could talk the Old Woman into get'n a job. I told her the other day that they were hiring down at the sewer plant. Won't go into detail about she said about that. I'll just mention that they won't be calling her about any interviews. As soon as they take the stitches out, I plan on casting some balls for my .32cal and .36cal.

Vern
 
Ancient One said:
I've been retired for 6 years now. Wish I could talk the Old Woman into get'n a job. I told her the other day that they were hiring down at the sewer plant. Won't go into detail about she said about that. I'll just mention that they won't be calling her about any interviews. As soon as they take the stitches out, I plan on casting some balls for my .32cal and .36cal.


:rotf: :rotf: :surrender: :haha:
Vern
 
I so want to cast asap, hopefully over spring break if the weather holds. Even if I know that my goats will both go into labor once I start, such as this life we choose as goat raisers, and muzzleloader nuts.
 
me being a helpful type of guy and wanting to make life as easy as possible for my future wife...when we rebuilt the house I decided to put in a laundry schaft from the second floor (where the bedrooms are) to the celler (where the wasching maschine is). Just throw the dirty wash in and it ends up in the celler.
but me being so smart I forgot to remember it also works as a chimney.....
just a tip for future laundry schaft builders...when you do this DO NOT attempt to melt lead in the celler even with an exhaust fan....I had to wash all curtains, blankets and sheets and lots of towels that were in the closet upstairs......never mind I got grounded (at 43!!) and couldn't go shooting untill everything was up to par.
thank god we have wooden flooring and no carpets :surrender:
 
I thought I was marrying a fun-loving Hippie Chick, and for years that seemed to be the case.

Then we had a Daughter.

The HippieChick Light went off...Instantly...

And I suddenly found myself married to...

a full-blown Mom.
 
FYI It don't hurt to be "cleaning" one of your rifles when a new boyfriend show up to pick up your daughter.
That way you get off on the right foot.
One of my girls stills tells that story!
:rotf:
 
You could also sharpen any large knives you have that happen to need a new edge put on them.................watch yer top knot.............
 
I feel for you... :rotf: I have a Navigator. She is always telling me where to go and how to get there. :idunno: :rotf:
 
My wifey told me a news story about a fellow who drove around with his deceased wife in the car for six hours. "Isn't that unbelievable she commented" and I replied kind of witty like, "naw, he probably wanted just one ride without her tellin' him where to go and how to get there"!
 
I'll have everyone know right now that I wear the pants in my house! And my wife tells me which pair every day!!!
Mark :bow:
 
Sounds like a bunch of you guys are henpecked. That ain't no way to live. Now let me tell you how to get control of.....Hold on!....Gotta go.....She's calling, and don't like to be kept waiting.
 
When the hen gets tough the tough go fishing...or hunting depending on season. My theory is what the heck, shes already mad :shake:
 

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