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Mostly each other. I kid, I kid... Just target shooting. Close range stuff with the S&W Model 29. Further out with the Henry Big Boy. Both fire a 44 Magnum. Long range contest is the old scuba tank hanging from a tree about 200 yards away. I'm the only one to hit it either standing up, or without a scope- and I did it standing without a scope with my brother's M1 Garand.
Looking forward to cooking breakfast on the 2 propane griddles in the gazebo.
I remember that as a kid, we used to shoot all sorts of feral animals. Not deer. Hog, turkey, rabbit. We always had plenty of organic, natural harvest.
A friend's family had some land with a little RV. We always checked in with the Sheriff and told them we were going to be shooting. We even shot up on San Bruno Mountain, where they filmed the chase scene from Bullitt. The Ranger used to tell us that if we shot any raccoon, not to eat them. Disease. The meat wasn't safe. I assume that back then, it was fine. Today, I wonder. Population density. Depending on where you are, your bullets may find a new subdivision. Up on San Bruno Mountain, there's now a lot of new townhomes.
I hear ya. A couple of weeks ago I decided to treat ourselves to a couple of steaks. Two steaks came to $50. Ouch!
I have a preference for tritip, which is inexpensive. Safeway had it for $3.88 lb. I preheat the oven to 500 degrees. It goes in for 15 minutes. Then turn it off and leave it for a couple of hours. It finishes slow roasting in the residual heat. This is about $12 worth of tri tip. Enough meat for a few days.
The heat today is unbearable. It feels like I moved to Vegas.
Oakland's mayor has decided that grade school behavior is what it takes to keep the A's in Oakland. First the Raiders go there. Now the A's are packing also. Don't forget that The Warriors also left Oakland. Even Barry Manilow would rather play in Vegas.
Will Smith has been banned from the Oscars for 10 years. In solidarity, I won't go either. Slapping someone for making fun of your wife's medical condition, on live, worldwide television. I might have done the same. I have done more, for less. And I will say what everyone else is dodging. Why did Chris Rock just stand there and smile?
Temperature is back down. I won't have to drink as much beer to stay hydrated. That will save a little money. Then I can stock up on ham and chocolate milk at Safeway.
Back in the days of my youth, I picked up extra money working on movie and television location filming. Easy work. They paid in cash. Wherever the film crew needed a street closed, we set up some barricades and parked our motorcycles. Then it was just sitting around, as production assistants brought us coffee and food from the catering tent. We were nobodies. But they assigned a PA to bring us refreshments, and stand there next to the bike if we needed to use the bathroom.
The Production Assistants are actually a team of people with headsets, who actually keep the film job running. They are the ones who coordinate all the activities, and supervise where every person and piece of equipment is suppose to be. Different PA's keep track of the director, the stunt team, the actors, the lighting crew, et cetera. The PA in charge of the perimeter, was actually a retired police officer from Highway Patrol.
As I always have a story, here it goes. Some unnamed "movie star" on the set was not happy with the "on location" hair and makeup team. A whole team, and nobody was good enough. His own private hair dresser was back in Beverly Hills. "His People" were frantic. They called around locally, and checked with his private hair dresser for references. They found some overpriced Salon on Maiden Lane to make a special exception, and work this "master thespian" in between clients. So the big movie star and his personal assistant walked up to where I was at the street closure, with a slip of paper with a handwritten address. Yeah, I know where that is. The celebrity looks at me, then says, "can you take me there?". Next thing you know, the PA hands me $100 bill and says that he'll watch the barricade while I'm gone. I was in the middle of eating some very good poached salmon from the catering tent. I hand my paper plate to the PA, Mr. Movie Star hops on the back of the motorcycle, and the PA calls over 2 more guys on motorcycles from the other perimeter points.
Everyone working on the film sets had some sort of training, and professional certifications. So our bikes had strobe lights. The other 2 guys on motorcycles, instead of just riding behind me, actually pulled ahead and ran traffic breaks. It was weird. Like a funeral procession for 1. Almost as if it were normal. We got across town, and the other 2 guys blocked off Maiden Lane at either end, as if we were protecting Willie Brown.
So the actual story is that the fancy, expensive hair stylist, was the only person in town (at that time), whom they could find that they could trust with our "matinee idol". I can't even make this stuff up. Without any reason at all, instead of just sitting on my bike, I got off the bike and walked in with the celebrity. There was nobody else in there. It was like they cleared the place out. The barber actually locked the door after we entered. There was a fancy, multilayer tray with little sandwiches, and a Russian samovar. The barber cut the movie star's hair with this special comb. I had never seen anything like it before. It had a carpenter's bubble level. I've never seen it since. Until last week. When I saw it on Amazon. And then Amazon delivers it to the wrong house.
Will, they say that some rain is coming down from The Pacific NorthWest. That means more wet roads. Probably not much rain. Just enough to mix with the oil on the surface, and make the roads slippery.
I'm playing around with an old pocket knife. Like everything else The French make, it's great, with a serious design flaw. 1 of the sharpest blades I've ever found on a folding pocket knife. But the body is made of wood. Wood expands. Which means that the blade, which has 1 pivot pin, gets stuck. Then you literally need to grip the blade with a pair of pliers to get it open. WD-40 didn't work with the hinge pin. Today, I'm trying mineral oil. With any luck, I'll get it open smoothly.
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