"Carl's Lounge" (Off-Topic Discussion, Traditional Knife "Tales & Vignettes")

Hey guys! just touching base, been super busy with work, my wifes medical stuff and looking after my niece and nephew while my bro in-law renovates their condo...today I gave my nephew his first pocket knife, a rough rider long rifle lock back! he was so excited and did really good opening and closing it. He still needs a bit of supervision but it gave me the warm fuzzies being the man that gave him his first knife.

Next up i'll teach the basics of sharpening. :)
 
Good on ya, Robert! I'm eagerly awaiting the time to give my nephew his first. May I ask how old your nephew is? Mine just turned 7, but I don't think he's there just yet.

-Dan
 
Parke1 said:
Good on ya, Robert! I'm eagerly awaiting the time to give my nephew his first. May I ask how old your nephew is? Mine just turned 7, but I don't think he's there just yet.

-Dan
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He's 11...but I still need to supervise him a bit as his early development was behind so hes playing catch up, but he's really making leaps and bounds (wont get into it much, but his mother let video games raise him), Since we got him out to the country he's been great, without help I watched him disassemble and reassemble an old maytag washer engine. Future mechanic? :D

Thanks guys.
 
I saw the darndest thing the other day. My daughter and I were having lunch when a woman and her two children sat down on the bench next to us. Given their young ages, they shared their food. I then proceeded to watch the woman tear the hot dog to pieces using her bare hands. I was flabbergasted. :barf:

Like everyone here I have often been asked why I carry a knife. In this instance I almost asked the woman why she didn't carry one.

- Christian
 
That's a a sort of right of passage, IMHO. You did great, Rough Rider makes a great knife, I own several.
 
My wife suggested I do something fun with Darian, as it seems like we haven't had a whole lot of guy time together lately. I thought about several things, but decided to take him to the local (40 miles away) sporting clay range.

This place is out in the middle of nowhere, which is exactly how I like it. It's owned by a no nonsense old man, one of the "old guard, no bull" type men. He warned us, "none of this 'pull, bang, shoot' stuff out there fellas", except he said something other that shoot. We had the option of shooting 60, 100, 120, or 150 birds apiece. Because I'm an idiot we decided to shoot 120. If you have never shot clay pigeons before, that's a lot of birds at once.

While we were packing the golf cart with the shotgun and shells, I slipped him my Imperial serpentine jack, telling him he might need it.

For some reason, the shells were taped shut. The Imperial made quick work of that.
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Getting ready to call "pull".
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Pull!
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Reloading
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Me posing a bit
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More imperial action
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Some views of the stations:
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The throwers:
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They are a big bird hunting family. This is the burial ground for their dogs.
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The carry pieces for the day:
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He had only eer shot rifle and pistol, never shot gun, but he shot about 45% over 120 shots. I shot about 75%, but I'm way out of practice. I've never shot sporting clays before, only trap and skeet. The last 25 shots I only beat him by two birds. I should have beat him by a lot more, but I was getting sore and tired. Excuses, excuses........


On the way home we stopped by the only hippie memorial in the US. I didn't even know this existed. I've lived here for years.

The panoramic shot messed up, but you get the idea.
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Anyway, we had a great day, and I hope you have enjoyed the write up. No one say a word about the missing eye-pro.
 
I got to participate in a time honored tradition that my dad used to do to me. Walk up to the unsuspecting teenager with the bruised shoulder and rub it and ask how he's doing. Pride won't let him grimace in front of mom. Good stuff. Someday he'll get to do it to my grand children. And when they complain I'll chuckle a little. :)
 
There's going to be some sore shoulders in the morning!! Looks like you guys had some good old fashion fun together:thumbup:
 
Nice!

Bruised shoulder reminds me of the first time my uncle let me shoot his 12 gauge out behind the barn when I was but a wee lad. He had me stand about 4" away from the side of the barn and told me to hold the butt of the gun real lightly against my shoulder and pull the trigger.

When the recoil slammed me up against the barn with my shoulder pinned between the buttstock and the wall, he nearly fell to pieces laughing. After having his fun with his unsuspecting young nephew, he showed me proper form. He is a pranskter to this day.

BTW, like the choice of jack knife. I have an Imperial from the 1950s that is one sweet piece of simple craftsmanship.
 
That is a fantastic looking sporting clay's course. Thanks for posting the pictures, and congrats on creating a memory your son will never forget. I have shot a few rounds of sporting clay's in my time, and a 45% over 120 birds is some great shooting for a first timer. Sounds like a lot of good instinctive shooting from him. Makes me want to go dig the old over and under out of mothballs and head for the local range. Lots of fun in the game.

Blessings

Omar
 
Moved to the Lounge.

Sounds like great Guy-Time. And a lot of fun.
 
Instinctive shooting for sure. He's a natural athlete, and his eye hand coordination really showed. The range has a front and a back course, both consisting of combinations of two or three pairs of birds, depending on how many total you are shooting. 150, all six birds, all the stations. 120, four birds on some, 6 birds on others. The course of fire is half the front, all of the back, then the other half of the front. The back birds were the hardest, and were where D didn't do so well. Lots of straight across low and fast birds, or quartering towards the shooter, or weird angles. He didn't know how to lead them at first, but he picked it up. By then I was already way ahead though. I focused on getting his feet right, pivoting into his shot instead of out if his shot, stuff like that.

Next time we go, we are going to shoot the easy course, 60 birds, and mama wants to go. Should be a lot of fun, and Darian will get to be a little cocksure of himself in front of his mom, which doesn't hurt anything.
 
Doug Add said:
Nice!

Bruised shoulder reminds me of the first time my uncle let me shoot his 12 gauge out behind the barn when I was but a wee lad. He had me stand about 4" away from the side of the barn and told me to hold the butt of the gun real lightly against my shoulder and pull the trigger.

When the recoil slammed me up against the barn with my shoulder pinned between the buttstock and the wall, he nearly fell to pieces laughing. After having his fun with his unsuspecting young nephew, he showed me proper form. He is a pranskter to this day.

BTW, like the choice of jack knife. I have an Imperial from the 1950s that is one sweet piece of simple craftsmanship.
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This reminds mod the first time I shot my grandpa's trap door Springfield .45-70. I got a big wallop and it wasn't much fun. I haven't shot that gun in so many years. I really need to get back down there while he's still with us and shoot a day or so.

I don't even remember where I got that Imperial now. It is a nice size, a bit big for my tastes, but not bad.
 
medicevans said:
My wife suggested I do something fun with Darian, as it seems like we haven't had a whole lot of guy time together lately. I thought about several things, but decided to take him to the local (40 miles away) sporting clay range.

This place is out in the middle of nowhere, which is exactly how I like it. It's owned by a no nonsense old man, one of the "old guard, no bull" type men. He warned us, "none of this 'pull, bang, shoot' stuff out there fellas", except he said something other that shoot. We had the option of shooting 60, 100, 120, or 150 birds apiece. Because I'm an idiot we decided to shoot 120. If you have never shot clay pigeons before, that's a lot of birds at once.
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Haven't done it in awhile, but I LOVE sporting clays. I'm jealous. :) Thanks for the pics.

-- Mark
 
Looks like a great time. Man, that's a really neat looking range! I'm glad I don't have somewhere like that around here... I'd never get anything done, and my shoulder would be sore forever!
-Dan
 
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