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They would have zero clue as to how to build it
This ranks right up there with the WKRP turkey drop. What is not mentioned in the video was that some lady's prized Arabian horses got spooked by the balloons and tried jumping the fence. One of them was seriously injured.
The lawsuits piled up fast and the United Way last more money than they took in. I'm wondering if the "Balloon Fest '86" t-shirts are collector's items now.
Serve's them right, for a communist organization like the United Way and a terrible anti-gun city like Cleveland.
Bonus video for those of you that don't remember the WKRP turkey drop>
The lawsuits piled up fast and the United Way last more money than they took in. I'm wondering if the "Balloon Fest '86" t-shirts are collector's items now.
Serve's them right, for a communist organization like the United Way and a terrible anti-gun city like Cleveland.
Bonus video for those of you that don't remember the WKRP turkey drop>
I lived just east of a large Mennonite community in central Virginia. As you said, hard working, down to earth folks. They always have the best produce at the summer and fall open air markets.
Didn't do a long string. Will check later this evening. LOLWell? What was the ES and SD?
Really nice family who has endured more tragedy than anyone should. Kenny lost his daughter and his son in the last 5 years or so.
I was privileged to know Jay before he passed way too young. His son seems to be a fine young man who is not afraid to work.
You've been having a heck of a time with that thing lately.
I usually find those with the bush hog.
Probably both.
For the fucking win...if theyll prosecute them
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Ho to fight Comanche.
The Texas Quote of the Day, written in 1885, offers tactical advice on how to fight Comanches. Any mistakes in the transcription are mine, of course:
"In the event of being pursued, immediately after the preparation of depredations; the Comanches move day and night, very often not breaking gallop except to exchange horses (which they do several times) and water the caballada, until they deem themselves safe. Under these circumstances they will travel at least 70 miles a day, which is a long distance with the encumbrance of loose animals.
A party of warriors dressed in their trappings - embellished shields, fancy moccasins, long pig tails bedecked with silver, shoulder belts worked with beads and adorned with shells, fine leggings, ornamented cases for bows and arrows - mounted upon spirited horses, singing a war song, and sweeping over a prairie is a beautiful spectacle to a man with plenty of brave fellows to back him.
Their motions are easy and graceful. They sit a horse admirably, and manage one with a master hand. Charge them and they will retreat from you with double your numbers. But beware when pursuing them; keep your men together, well in hand, with at least half their arms loaded, else you will find when it is too late, the flying Comanches will turn on you and charge you to the very teeth.
A Comanche can draw a bow when on horseback, standing or running, with remarkable strength and accuracy. They have been known to kill horses running at full speed over one hundred yards away.
In the commencement of a fight, the yell of defiance is borne to you loud, long, and startling. The war whoop has no romance in it. It thrills even a stout heart with an indescribable sensation. The excitement of battle is quite as evident among these people as among others. Let the tide turn against them, send lead messengers through some of their warriors, and then the mournful wail is heard; its lubricous notes are borne back to you with uncouth cadence, betokening sorrow, anger, and a determination to revenge.
Never ride upon a bowman's left; if you do, ten to one he will pop an arrow through you. When mounted, an Indian cannot use his bow against an object behind and to his right.
The dead are usually borne from the field. Nothing but the most imminent danger prevents them from performing the incumbent duty of not leaving the body of a comrade in the hands of an enemy. Over a fallen chief they will make a desperate stand. Their caution seems merged in the determination to risk everything to bear him from the field. To attain this object they will fight furiously, bravely, and often.
If they abandon him, it is usually in despair. Flight is no longer methodical and menacing to the pursuer. Retreat degenerates into route. After this they have seldom if ever been known to resume the offensive. They will hide themselves in the first chaparral affording security against discovery, remain during the day, and visit the dead at night, and if not able to remove them will spread blankets or some covering over them.
The bow is placed horizontally in shooting; a number of arrows are held in the left hand; the bow operates as a rest for the arrows. The distance - the the curve the missile has to describe in reaching the object - is determined by the eye without taking aim. At the distance of 60 yards and over, arrows can be dodged, if but one Indian shoots at you at a time. Under forty yards the six-shooter has little advantage over the bow.
At long distances the angle of elevation is considerable. It requires a quick eye to see the arrow and judge the whereabouts of its descent, a good dodger to move out of the way, and a good rider to keep in the saddle. A man is required to keep both eyes engaged in an Indian fight."
---- John Salmon "Rip" Ford, shown in the photo below, gives tactical advice for fighting Indians in "Rip Ford's Texas," 1885
The Texas Quote of the Day, written in 1885, offers tactical advice on how to fight Comanches. Any mistakes in the transcription are mine, of course:
"In the event of being pursued, immediately after the preparation of depredations; the Comanches move day and night, very often not breaking gallop except to exchange horses (which they do several times) and water the caballada, until they deem themselves safe. Under these circumstances they will travel at least 70 miles a day, which is a long distance with the encumbrance of loose animals.
A party of warriors dressed in their trappings - embellished shields, fancy moccasins, long pig tails bedecked with silver, shoulder belts worked with beads and adorned with shells, fine leggings, ornamented cases for bows and arrows - mounted upon spirited horses, singing a war song, and sweeping over a prairie is a beautiful spectacle to a man with plenty of brave fellows to back him.
Their motions are easy and graceful. They sit a horse admirably, and manage one with a master hand. Charge them and they will retreat from you with double your numbers. But beware when pursuing them; keep your men together, well in hand, with at least half their arms loaded, else you will find when it is too late, the flying Comanches will turn on you and charge you to the very teeth.
A Comanche can draw a bow when on horseback, standing or running, with remarkable strength and accuracy. They have been known to kill horses running at full speed over one hundred yards away.
In the commencement of a fight, the yell of defiance is borne to you loud, long, and startling. The war whoop has no romance in it. It thrills even a stout heart with an indescribable sensation. The excitement of battle is quite as evident among these people as among others. Let the tide turn against them, send lead messengers through some of their warriors, and then the mournful wail is heard; its lubricous notes are borne back to you with uncouth cadence, betokening sorrow, anger, and a determination to revenge.
Never ride upon a bowman's left; if you do, ten to one he will pop an arrow through you. When mounted, an Indian cannot use his bow against an object behind and to his right.
The dead are usually borne from the field. Nothing but the most imminent danger prevents them from performing the incumbent duty of not leaving the body of a comrade in the hands of an enemy. Over a fallen chief they will make a desperate stand. Their caution seems merged in the determination to risk everything to bear him from the field. To attain this object they will fight furiously, bravely, and often.
If they abandon him, it is usually in despair. Flight is no longer methodical and menacing to the pursuer. Retreat degenerates into route. After this they have seldom if ever been known to resume the offensive. They will hide themselves in the first chaparral affording security against discovery, remain during the day, and visit the dead at night, and if not able to remove them will spread blankets or some covering over them.
The bow is placed horizontally in shooting; a number of arrows are held in the left hand; the bow operates as a rest for the arrows. The distance - the the curve the missile has to describe in reaching the object - is determined by the eye without taking aim. At the distance of 60 yards and over, arrows can be dodged, if but one Indian shoots at you at a time. Under forty yards the six-shooter has little advantage over the bow.
At long distances the angle of elevation is considerable. It requires a quick eye to see the arrow and judge the whereabouts of its descent, a good dodger to move out of the way, and a good rider to keep in the saddle. A man is required to keep both eyes engaged in an Indian fight."
---- John Salmon "Rip" Ford, shown in the photo below, gives tactical advice for fighting Indians in "Rip Ford's Texas," 1885
Well? What was the ES and SD?
Rubberbands aren't as common as they used to be around the house but I finally found one.
Prepped 5 projectiles which all weighed in around 2.4 - 2.5 grains.
The Athlon clocked all 5 shots using a "OTHER" session set on 65-500 fps.
92 fps, 95 fps, 92 fps, 95 fps and pulling back as hard as I could until the paper slipped my grip 134 fps
ES 42.3 / SD 18.8 but that last shot really blew the curve for everything 0.04 to 0.09 ft/lbs
Dang, this guy just wont quit being great
Peyton Manning Adopted Her at 8—10 Years Later, She Stood Beside Him With a Truth No One Knew
At 8 years old, Lily had already learned too much about loss.
Her parents had died in a car accident. She bounced from home to home—never staying long enough to unpack all her things.
She stopped asking questions.
Stopped hoping.
Until one day, a man walked into the group home—not in a suit, not with cameras.
Just jeans, a soft smile, and kind eyes.
It was Peyton Manning.
She didn’t know who he was.
He introduced himself simply:
“Hi, I’m Peyton. And I heard you love football and pancakes.”
She blinked. Nodded slowly.
He knelt down to her level.
“Would it be okay if I came by again? Maybe next Sunday?”
He did.
Then the Sunday after that.
Then one day—he didn’t just visit.
He brought papers.
And asked:
“Would it be okay if I became your dad?”
Lily was stunned. Scared. But somehow… safe.
Over the next decade, she didn’t grow up in stadium lights—she grew up in backyards.
With waffles on Saturdays.
Study sessions.
Bike rides.
Bedtime pep talks.
She got the full Peyton Manning experience.
Not the quarterback.
But the man.
He never asked her to be anyone but herself.
He never introduced her to the world as “his adopted daughter.”
Only:
“This is Lily. My girl.”
Ten years later—Lily stood beside him at a charity event.
Now 18. Beautiful. Fierce. Proud.
Someone in the crowd shouted, “You’re lucky to be raised by a legend!”
She smiled.
Then leaned into the mic:
“He’s not the legend because he played football.
He’s a legend because when no one else chose me—he did.
And he never once made me feel like second choice.”
Peyton looked down, eyes full.
Because even after all the touchdowns…
That?
That was the biggest win of his life.
Peyton Manning Adopted Her at 8—10 Years Later, She Stood Beside Him With a Truth No One Knew
At 8 years old, Lily had already learned too much about loss.
Her parents had died in a car accident. She bounced from home to home—never staying long enough to unpack all her things.
She stopped asking questions.
Stopped hoping.
Until one day, a man walked into the group home—not in a suit, not with cameras.
Just jeans, a soft smile, and kind eyes.
It was Peyton Manning.
She didn’t know who he was.
He introduced himself simply:
“Hi, I’m Peyton. And I heard you love football and pancakes.”
She blinked. Nodded slowly.
He knelt down to her level.
“Would it be okay if I came by again? Maybe next Sunday?”
He did.
Then the Sunday after that.
Then one day—he didn’t just visit.
He brought papers.
And asked:
“Would it be okay if I became your dad?”
Lily was stunned. Scared. But somehow… safe.
Over the next decade, she didn’t grow up in stadium lights—she grew up in backyards.
With waffles on Saturdays.
Study sessions.
Bike rides.
Bedtime pep talks.
She got the full Peyton Manning experience.
Not the quarterback.
But the man.
He never asked her to be anyone but herself.
He never introduced her to the world as “his adopted daughter.”
Only:
“This is Lily. My girl.”
Ten years later—Lily stood beside him at a charity event.
Now 18. Beautiful. Fierce. Proud.
Someone in the crowd shouted, “You’re lucky to be raised by a legend!”
She smiled.
Then leaned into the mic:
“He’s not the legend because he played football.
He’s a legend because when no one else chose me—he did.
And he never once made me feel like second choice.”
Peyton looked down, eyes full.
Because even after all the touchdowns…
That?
That was the biggest win of his life.
Now, the real question... Are you using MIL or MOA?Rubberbands aren't as common as they used to be around the house but I finally found one.
Prepped 5 projectiles which all weighed in around 2.4 - 2.5 grains.
The Athlon clocked all 5 shots using a "OTHER" session set on 65-500 fps.
92 fps, 95 fps, 92 fps, 95 fps and pulling back as hard as I could until the paper slipped my grip 134 fps
ES 42.3 / SD 18.8 but that last shot really blew the curve for everything 0.04 to 0.09 ft/lbs
One example of said 100 year old “bob war” from our land. Most I find is under leaf litter or loam by accident. This was on its side when I found it a few years ago and I propped it up and left it to continue to return to the elements.
Holy shit! David Jolly and Hans Kim need to do more of these! 
Anybody else notice the Navy Seal Proud American sounds like he is also an immigrant?
He sounded like an American to me.
Need to drive you around the old neighborhood. You'd probably think everybody there sounds like an immigrant too.
Consider critical care generalist. Then work a smaller hospital / community hospital (no ICU/limited ICU) as a resource nurse, if you don't want to go the admin route (or APP/NP). Still plenty of bedside, but not solely. Will see all negative outcomes if occur on shift (have good support network), however will also be involved in positive outcomes on shift too.
I got into a major knock down-drag out fight in US History class 1970 after getting nailed by one of those. Desks were flying everywhere.....
I think he meant it as a compliment.
Makes sense, but I believe I would want something that blows harder than a gnat fart
Maybe.
Where I grew up a lot of people had accents, mostly Slavic and French. Some were 2nd or 3rd gen immigrants, so citizens, but still didn't speak much english and couldn't read or write.
People make assumptions based on the way somebody sounds or looks that aren't always accurate. The guy in the video would probably take it as a bigger compliment just to call him an American and forget the immigrant part.
