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Or due to the amount of cattle being slaughtered each day for food the hides could be kept wet and sent to the places they are needed.
Sew the bastids up in stretched wet rawhide and stake 'em out in full sun.
That keeps 'em from danglin and kickin all over the place.
 
Nahhh - Just normal outdoorsman's sense of conservation. Got to save some shade, to sit and drink beer, and coil rope in while they truck in another batch. And,the EPA bunch would be among the first candidates. Then, again, maybe they should be saved for the green hide overcoats - in honor of their concern for clean air.
 
Look just like Gov't. Motor pool sedans, but they run on methane produced by their drivers. Through a tube. :rolleyes:
 
Good one, Wal! And thanks for PM chuckle. We need it today. Yangdu is down at the DMV trying to get a duplicate title for our old Toyota -- 4 or 5 hour task. She goes to the DMV. I can't handle it.
 
Until we came to KY, I was a DMV Dropout - those people can raise blood presssure levels to several hundred pounds. Here, though, if you get past the fact that you WILL pay sales tax (all over again) on the car you brought in with you (bought and paid for in your last state of residence), all the other transactions are quick and relatively painless - most can be handled by mail. You should encourage Yagndu to take her Janwar Katne to the DMV. Save time in lines ("May I cut in?") and cut paper work in half (literally). And, nothing impresses civil (or uncivil) servants like somebody with Big Connections. Or connected to something big. :eek:
 
I gave up on the DMV. I am too inclined to lose my civility with them. I see 10 DMV workers standing around drinking coffee and chatting while people wait 4 or 5 hours many times only to be sent away for more paper work. In Calif. they had what I called DMV rats -- folks who would to the leg work at the DMV for you for about 15 bucks per hour. Well, worth it I might add!
 
No problems with DMV in Hawthorne.

Then again, everyone in Hawthorne usually knows where everyone else lives. Not to mention a significant portion of the work force consists of people used to working with high explosives, dynamite, etc.
 
And that's one of the advantages of small town living. My brother, Fred, can get done at the DMV in Girard in ten minutes what it takes 5 hours to get done here in Reno.
 
But in Hawthorne, they do it politely to boot!
Some of the oldtimers around here still remember how the owner of the South Tahoe Nugget, Chartrand literally went out with a bang. Didn't do his Lincoln ( or was that a Caddy? ) much good either.

Anyway, folks round here try to avoid explosive situations.
 
Tell us the story, Rusty. I've not heard that one but I do remember when the guy flew his twin engine airplane in the front door of the casino down at Searchlight.
 
Uncle and Rus, It sounds like the wild wild west is still alive and well. I'd love to hear some more stories from west of the Mississippi.I don't know if any of you are familar with Elmer Keith and Skeeter Skelton, but they both have written some great stories about life in the west from not all that long ago. My favorite is "Hell I was There" by Mr Keith. Anyway how about some more TALL TALES.
 
It can still get a little wild out here.

I explored Death Valley by motorcycle 40 years ago when it was still a pretty wild place. Met and became buddies with Seldom Seen Slim, the last of the Death Valley prospectors. Also, became buddies with a couple of brothel owners down in Nye county and was an "intimate" friend of Sherry (stage name) who owned the Crystal Palace bar and brothel near Stateline just south of Lathrop Wells.
 
Chartrand used to own the South Tahoe Nugget, and was a real "ace". He almost put one of my bosses out of business by holding out on payment for months after delivery.

One day he backed out of his driveway and apparently when he put the car in drive and gassed it he had a weighted cord hanging under the car. The cord would let him back up, but when he drove forward it closed a switch which set off several sticks of dynamite under the seat.

Anyone he'd ever met was a suspect, and I don't believe the culprit was ever found. Not that they looked real hard.

Also in the earlier days at Tahoe, there was a suicide out at Cave Rock. Interesting because they never found the gun, a 357 magnum N frame, which only two people in the area owned in the early 50's. Other than my dad, the County Sherrif was the other guy who had one. Oddly, the suicide shot himself twice in the back of the head with full charge loads.

Down here in Mineral County, when I moved here in July of 1980, we had a good ol' boy as Sheriff. If you weren't aware, cops and social workers are like cats and dogs. I was working for State Welfare and the only male social worker they'd yet seen in the area.

So a week after moving down, I stopped by the cop shop, and nicely explained that I had an unusual gun, perfectly legal, but not even many experts were aware there was a civilian legal version of the Kalashnikov. So I brought it in and believe I became the first person to register a gun in the county. Took half an hour to find the forms, since no-one had done it. While I waited, I told the guys fondling it I just figured one day I'd shoot it and leave it in the corner to clean the next day, forget and leave the curtains open, and some jerk would call it in and I'd come home to find a dozen nervous cops with shotguns waiting. So I wanted to let all the cops know it was just semi-auto.

About then the Sheriff wandered out and picked my Valmet up and said "Man, that would make one hell of a coon gun." I don't think he meant the kind with fuzzy ringed tails. Later found out he owned a bar in the next county called the "Dead Coon Saloon".

A week later the Parole Officer for the area got told about the new social worker, and told them "hell, I had him doing pre-parole and pre-sentence reports for me."

From then on I got invites to all the cop parties.
 
And when the PO told the cops I'd been a revocation hearing officer and sent over 30 parolees and probationers back to prison or jail, it really got my boss and the other two social workers ticked off, cause all the calls from the Sherrif's Office asked for me.
 
If you also have a copy of "Sixguns" email me privately. I need to get pictures ( photocopies ) of the slipgun hammers in it. By cutting a second groove in the base pin, you can create a safety that makes a slipgun marginally safe enough for some crazy folks (me). I misplaced my version of Sixguns.

And I loved the story of Elmer stepping on a rattlesnake, levitating and stopping running several steps away, and looking askance at his friend who was laughing his head off. He pointed, and Elmer looked down to see his gun in his hand, as his friend gasped for enough breath to tell him, "You shot once on the way up, once at the top, and once on the way down when you stepped on that snake, and you hit the ground running."
 
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