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Coming – the Third Annual East Tennessee Blog Shoot

So, back in 2016, some of my Interwebz friends were at a pretty fun time, shooting and gathering in east Tennessee. Unfortunately, I was still involved in the Late Unpleasantness, which pretty much kept me from doing much of anything.

Last year, though, they met again, Memorial Day weekend, and I was fortunate enough to take the Dauphin with me. Here are a few pictures:

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so, this Memorial Day, we will be holding the Third Annual East Tennessee Blogger Shoot. If you are interested, contact me here.

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Please Help Borepatch

As we reported a couple of days ago, our friend and fellow blogger Borepatch ran afoul of the roadway in Florida and wrecked his motorcycle, breaking several ribs and his collarbone in the process.

Being the supportive and kind people we gun bloggers are, Miguel at Gun Free Zone immediately suggested a plan:

Training Wheels for Borepatch start

We have proudly stepped up to help.

Training Wheels for BorepatchPlease give.

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Of course, it occurred to me that if he were wearing his kilt at the time of the accident, we may need to raise the target, to pay for rehab for the First Responders.

More to come.

Turns Out Borepatch Does Not Bounce High

Kudos to Miguel at Gun Free Zone for the title, I could not think of a better one.

Our friend and fellow blogger Borepatch was on a motorcycle trip to Florida and met up with bad roadway, and broke some bones.

You can read an update on his condition here.

I wish  him all the best, and I have corresponded with him and told him so. My prayers are with him.

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I write this here, not to chastise anyone, but to share . . .

I am reminded of the weekend before I turned 16. My father, a consulting forensic engineer, took me to a junk yard and showed me some vehicles. Two had been driven and crashed by drunk drivers. One of them had a broken windshield and blood on the hood.

On the hood.

The driver had been the sole occupant, and had not survived.

He also showed me two motorcycles. One was still wrapped up in the front end of a pickup truck. The other was just mangled, and the rider had merely laid it down on a clear road, because of a gust of wind.

Neither rider had survived.

The trip worked. The lessons were clear: drinking and driving will get you killed, and motorcycles against anything, lose. I have never driven after drinking, and I have never ridden a motorcycle.

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