I would like to welcome Prep Blog they have a website devoted to prepping and survival. This site is not a traditional blog but rather info source, you can never gather too much information so take a look.Duke.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
New Information
I would like to welcome Prep Blog they have a website devoted to prepping and survival. This site is not a traditional blog but rather info source, you can never gather too much information so take a look.Duke.
Will History Repeat Itself ?
A great short film, this is a reenactment but there are some real photos of the event at the end. Good story.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
We Need More Gun Laws ?
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Monday, February 27, 2012
You Know What Really Ticks Me Off
Government intrusions, I despise them. I posted a few weeks ago about it but it really gets me riled when I see how far we have let it slip.
Liberty and Freedom are words I think few people understand. We are like the frog in the pot not realizing how hot it is getting. The Constitution is so abused today the Founding Fathers would not recognize us. I get so sick of government telling us what rights we can have. How many times have you seen or heard "having a drivers license is a privilege not a right" I say WRONG, we are a representative republic and if I abide by the laws my representatives pass I have every RIGHT to drive and if our Representatives pass laws we don't want, we need to work to get them out of office. Liberals will have you believe you have the right to free speech (although they will tell you what you can't say) and at the same time tell you government grants you the privilege to carry a gun if you fill out all the right forms, did they miss the second amendment? Was I the only one in class that day ? Oh wait, they don't teach that in school anymore.
I am a rebel at heart, I can follow rules when they make sense in fact I can recognize the reason many laws were passed in the first place but it is way too far out of hand today. For years I have been on a personal crusade to bypass every unnecessary regulation I come across, for example years ago when our state still had annual emissions testing on vehicles (thankfully they realized what a waste that was) I found a way to either exempt my vehicles or cheat the tail pipe sniffer. I hate bureaucrats who think they have to control every aspect of out lives. In most towns today if you wanted to live as pioneers did your home would be condemned and you kids taken away because they were living in a substandard housing. You would be cited for improper disposal of sewerage, untested water supply, lack of electricity. Your stove and fireplace would be a fire hazard. I am sure no running water would be a health violation, and the list goes on.
I wonder sometimes if back in the 1800's couples sat around and wondered if they had enough money to pay their wagon insurance, or property taxes or income tax or had to go get their drivers license renewed or get a building permit to build a barn or home. Did the farmers have to get approval from the EPA to clear land, did they get permission to drill a well or put in a out house
I know people say they like regulations because it keeps the neighbors in line, well if you don't want to deal with neighbors go buy 20 or more acres and build a home in the middle so you won't have to look at them. if you want to live in subdivision you have no right to complain if the neighbors have chickens or a messy yard. I might not like their junk but after all it is their property.....either move or build a tall fence (after you get a permit)
One particular congressman in central Florida was quoted during the Health Care debate as saying "we don't care about the Constitution" (BTW at that point he should have been arrested for violation of his oath) well I don't care about their stupid laws which violate my God given rights.
In closing I am not going to incriminate myself here but rest assured don't miss a chance violate unconstitutional laws. I am sick and tired of government telling me how to act and what I have to pay live in our country because I believe it is OUR country not the governments.
Liberty and Freedom are words I think few people understand. We are like the frog in the pot not realizing how hot it is getting. The Constitution is so abused today the Founding Fathers would not recognize us. I get so sick of government telling us what rights we can have. How many times have you seen or heard "having a drivers license is a privilege not a right" I say WRONG, we are a representative republic and if I abide by the laws my representatives pass I have every RIGHT to drive and if our Representatives pass laws we don't want, we need to work to get them out of office. Liberals will have you believe you have the right to free speech (although they will tell you what you can't say) and at the same time tell you government grants you the privilege to carry a gun if you fill out all the right forms, did they miss the second amendment? Was I the only one in class that day ? Oh wait, they don't teach that in school anymore.I am a rebel at heart, I can follow rules when they make sense in fact I can recognize the reason many laws were passed in the first place but it is way too far out of hand today. For years I have been on a personal crusade to bypass every unnecessary regulation I come across, for example years ago when our state still had annual emissions testing on vehicles (thankfully they realized what a waste that was) I found a way to either exempt my vehicles or cheat the tail pipe sniffer. I hate bureaucrats who think they have to control every aspect of out lives. In most towns today if you wanted to live as pioneers did your home would be condemned and you kids taken away because they were living in a substandard housing. You would be cited for improper disposal of sewerage, untested water supply, lack of electricity. Your stove and fireplace would be a fire hazard. I am sure no running water would be a health violation, and the list goes on.
I wonder sometimes if back in the 1800's couples sat around and wondered if they had enough money to pay their wagon insurance, or property taxes or income tax or had to go get their drivers license renewed or get a building permit to build a barn or home. Did the farmers have to get approval from the EPA to clear land, did they get permission to drill a well or put in a out houseI know people say they like regulations because it keeps the neighbors in line, well if you don't want to deal with neighbors go buy 20 or more acres and build a home in the middle so you won't have to look at them. if you want to live in subdivision you have no right to complain if the neighbors have chickens or a messy yard. I might not like their junk but after all it is their property.....either move or build a tall fence (after you get a permit)
One particular congressman in central Florida was quoted during the Health Care debate as saying "we don't care about the Constitution" (BTW at that point he should have been arrested for violation of his oath) well I don't care about their stupid laws which violate my God given rights.
In closing I am not going to incriminate myself here but rest assured don't miss a chance violate unconstitutional laws. I am sick and tired of government telling me how to act and what I have to pay live in our country because I believe it is OUR country not the governments.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Special Welcome
I would like to welcome 3 new followers, Whskee , He has started a blog mostly about firearms, also Bobby his blog has a variety of topics and The Smiling Lumberjack , he is a young man with an eye on the military. Be sure and check them out.Tell 'em Duke sent you.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Back Again
Thank you so much for all the kind words and condolences in the passing of my mother-in-law. I am thankful to have such a caring group of friends. The last few days have been hectic to say the least. The Funeral was yesterday and there is still a lot of family in town till this weekend. I am very sad to loose such a beautiful lady in my life and I am trying to get back to a normal routine. I want to get back to reading blogs and posting as well. Thanks again, I will not try and respond to everyone who expressed condolences but know it meant a lot to me, I read all comments several times. Thanks again. God bless you all,
Duke.
Duke.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
I Loving Memory
I know many of you found out through my friend Stephen that my Mother in Law passed away.
After the assault it was discovered she had ovarian cancer and it was too far advanced. She was in Hospice care at home when she passed away. She went through so much being severely beaten and loosing twin daughters to the same cancer, one was my first wife and the second died just 2 weeks ago, she was not able to attend the funeral.
She was an amazing woman and meant so much to me. She lived next door and other family was out of town, I would check in on her and help her when she needed it. I would take her to church and usually lunch afterward.
She was born in England in 1931, I was intrigued by her stories about WWII. As a girl she remembered the bombings and dog fights in the sky over head, as kids they would run to find pieces which were shot off of fighting aircraft that they would see fall to the ground. She moved the the US in the late 60's with her husband and kids and they became US citizens. She was proud of her new country. She was always thinking of others. The night before her surgery (which the doctors said she probably would not make it through) she was weak and in pain however she wanted a birthday card to send to her friend who had a birthday coming up, which she got, I can still see her writing in the card and addressing it, I mailed it for her. I have never met anyone quite like her. She will be missed.
After the assault it was discovered she had ovarian cancer and it was too far advanced. She was in Hospice care at home when she passed away. She went through so much being severely beaten and loosing twin daughters to the same cancer, one was my first wife and the second died just 2 weeks ago, she was not able to attend the funeral.
She was born in England in 1931, I was intrigued by her stories about WWII. As a girl she remembered the bombings and dog fights in the sky over head, as kids they would run to find pieces which were shot off of fighting aircraft that they would see fall to the ground. She moved the the US in the late 60's with her husband and kids and they became US citizens. She was proud of her new country. She was always thinking of others. The night before her surgery (which the doctors said she probably would not make it through) she was weak and in pain however she wanted a birthday card to send to her friend who had a birthday coming up, which she got, I can still see her writing in the card and addressing it, I mailed it for her. I have never met anyone quite like her. She will be missed.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Welcome.
I would like to say welcome to Ericka, thanks for clicking my follow button. I always read and strive to respond to all comments and questions. Welcome again my friend.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Revolvers, What I like, 3
This is an old 32 S&W long which has some sentimental value to me, it belonged to my great grandfather. He was a policeman, retired from the force in the 1940's, he died before I was born. This was his pocket gun he carried every day. I have shot it and it still functions flawlessly despite the obvious surface wear, My brother has his model 10 service revolver.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Bad Days.
I was over visiting Flier389 at his blog the other day and he was telling a story about having a bad day (check it out for a good laugh) and it got me to thinking about a bad day I had 30 years ago. It was not funny at the time but looking back now it is somewhat funny.
It was 1982, I was young and working on a survey crew in a Florida swamp, We were doing a survey for drainage, it was late afternoon and we had spent most of the day, waste deep in the swamp wading around getting elevation shots. I was with one other crew member, we had walked up on a little high spot and I was blazing a tree with a machete so we could see by it with the instrument. My blade glanced off the tree and hit with full force to the side of my knee-cap. The blade cut about half way under my knee-cap almost taking it off. The gash was about 8" long and about 3" deep. Surprisingly enough it did not hurt very bad (come to find out I had massive nerve damage) we were about half a mile from the road and the other crewman wanted to try and carry me out. I knew that would be almost impossible due to the swamp and terrain so I told him to go out and have the truck at the road and I could get out myself. He reluctantly did so and I commenced to half crawl and half drag myself out of the swamp all the while using both hands to keep pressure on the wound. I remember crawling through the mud and water and over logs and I did make it out. When I arrived at the road the truck was waiting and I was whisked away to the closest hospital. The crew chief checked me in to the emergency room and went back to the office to report what happened, (this was before cell phones) I hobbled over and sat down on one of the only vacant chairs. I sat there, head down still holding pressure on my wound. When I looked up I noticed all the other patients, all around me, were men and they were handcuffed to the chairs, there had been a riot at the local Prison Farm. Shortly thereafter a couple of guards came in to load them all up to go back to the 'P farm' They were un-cuffing them and herding them back on the bus and I was having to explain I was not with them.
I don't know how long I waited to see a doctor but my wound was very dirty and contaminated and I would have to have surgery to clean it out.
Meanwhile on the other side of town my wife was waiting for me to come home for supper. It was after 6:00 PM and already dark as it was winter and the days are short. My wife had not been contacted yet (some kind of mix up at work) she had driven around the corner to a friends home to see if I was there, of course I was not. She drove back home and as she walked in the phone rang, it was one of my supervisors calling to update my wife, you see he thought she had already been told about the accident, but she had not so all he said was "I just want to let you know your husband is going into surgery now" She was a little upset to say the least. She drove to the hospital at break-neck speed only to see me being wheeled into surgery.
I had to spend a few days in the hospital but was eventually released to go home. When I arrived home I was ready to take a shower because I had not had a proper bath since the swamp incident. My leg was in a splint to keep it straight as to not damage the knee any more. I was told to wear a plastic bag over it to shower. I stripped down and got the water in the shower to the right temp. The bath room of our home was very small. I went to swing my injured leg up and over the side of the bathtub (because I could not bend it) as I did I lost my balance, I grabbed the sink to try and catch my fall. It was one of the old style sinks which attached to the wall with no cabinet underneath, it did not hold me but rather came crashing to the floor with me on top......also it ripped the hot and cold water lines loose and water was gushing everywhere. The shutoff valves were broken away also so there was no way to shut the water off except the meter in the front yard. So here I was crawling in the front yard in a bath robe, plastic bag over my injured leg, crescent wrench in one hand and digging the dirt out of the meter box with the other hand. I got the water shut off and to be quite honest I don't remember the details of fixing the sink, I know I did.....by myself but I think I was so mad I refused to remember any more.
It is still amazing to me the situations we get ourselves into, I guess you live and learn.
It was 1982, I was young and working on a survey crew in a Florida swamp, We were doing a survey for drainage, it was late afternoon and we had spent most of the day, waste deep in the swamp wading around getting elevation shots. I was with one other crew member, we had walked up on a little high spot and I was blazing a tree with a machete so we could see by it with the instrument. My blade glanced off the tree and hit with full force to the side of my knee-cap. The blade cut about half way under my knee-cap almost taking it off. The gash was about 8" long and about 3" deep. Surprisingly enough it did not hurt very bad (come to find out I had massive nerve damage) we were about half a mile from the road and the other crewman wanted to try and carry me out. I knew that would be almost impossible due to the swamp and terrain so I told him to go out and have the truck at the road and I could get out myself. He reluctantly did so and I commenced to half crawl and half drag myself out of the swamp all the while using both hands to keep pressure on the wound. I remember crawling through the mud and water and over logs and I did make it out. When I arrived at the road the truck was waiting and I was whisked away to the closest hospital. The crew chief checked me in to the emergency room and went back to the office to report what happened, (this was before cell phones) I hobbled over and sat down on one of the only vacant chairs. I sat there, head down still holding pressure on my wound. When I looked up I noticed all the other patients, all around me, were men and they were handcuffed to the chairs, there had been a riot at the local Prison Farm. Shortly thereafter a couple of guards came in to load them all up to go back to the 'P farm' They were un-cuffing them and herding them back on the bus and I was having to explain I was not with them.
I don't know how long I waited to see a doctor but my wound was very dirty and contaminated and I would have to have surgery to clean it out.Meanwhile on the other side of town my wife was waiting for me to come home for supper. It was after 6:00 PM and already dark as it was winter and the days are short. My wife had not been contacted yet (some kind of mix up at work) she had driven around the corner to a friends home to see if I was there, of course I was not. She drove back home and as she walked in the phone rang, it was one of my supervisors calling to update my wife, you see he thought she had already been told about the accident, but she had not so all he said was "I just want to let you know your husband is going into surgery now" She was a little upset to say the least. She drove to the hospital at break-neck speed only to see me being wheeled into surgery.
I had to spend a few days in the hospital but was eventually released to go home. When I arrived home I was ready to take a shower because I had not had a proper bath since the swamp incident. My leg was in a splint to keep it straight as to not damage the knee any more. I was told to wear a plastic bag over it to shower. I stripped down and got the water in the shower to the right temp. The bath room of our home was very small. I went to swing my injured leg up and over the side of the bathtub (because I could not bend it) as I did I lost my balance, I grabbed the sink to try and catch my fall. It was one of the old style sinks which attached to the wall with no cabinet underneath, it did not hold me but rather came crashing to the floor with me on top......also it ripped the hot and cold water lines loose and water was gushing everywhere. The shutoff valves were broken away also so there was no way to shut the water off except the meter in the front yard. So here I was crawling in the front yard in a bath robe, plastic bag over my injured leg, crescent wrench in one hand and digging the dirt out of the meter box with the other hand. I got the water shut off and to be quite honest I don't remember the details of fixing the sink, I know I did.....by myself but I think I was so mad I refused to remember any more.It is still amazing to me the situations we get ourselves into, I guess you live and learn.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Revolvers, Colt Trooper Mk III
I recently wrote about how I like wheel guns, This is another one of my favorites. I have had it a little while. It originally belonged to a retired State Trooper but I acquired in a trade from my buddy Stephen (I traded him season one and two of American Idol on DVD) It is Colt Trooper, Mk III, .357 Mag. The action is super smooth and the gun handles very nice. I have always been partial to S&W but this is one sweet shooting gun. You don't see these for sale much any more.
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