I got a new "CAT"alog in a few days ago from the pro's shop featuring super holiday savings. Some of you know I like to sort of "invent" cat control tools so I'm always on the lookout for new possibilities. Well, there it was on page 67, the B.L. Systems Remote Bird Launchers. "An easy-to-load trap door lets you load the bird after the launcher has been locked down, virtually eliminating the risk of loosing your bird. Handles up to 16 self-programmable launchers from up to 700 yards away. Use the attached beeper for easy location with the touch of a button. Includes durable nets and springs for effective launching." It didn't take but a short time to enlarge those bird launchers to cat size, fit some with a self-triggering dish to hold some little friskys premium brand cat delight nuggets, set others for remote control with my transmitter unit, check my commercial satellite neighborhood photos to identify the best places for set-up, and run a couple of launch trials. The first launch trial of a 3 lb. orange tabby put it up on old Roger Dimowitts' second story dormer, where it appeared dazed and started running away in the air, only to land on its head on the roof of Roger's caddy. It may not have survived the return to earth phase of the test. Test two involved the meanest sob of a tom I ever grabbed with welding gauntlets. I had to cobble up a triple launcher rig for that b/w *astard, but that was ok since when I doubled up on spring power it was like a 660 conibear going off. Outta sight, Outta mind, I always say. Tonight I'm going to set the remote control launchers in places I can see from my back yard or when driving around in the neighborhood. The self-triggering ones are set now. I'm counting the holiday savings already.

N.S. Sherlock, Speaking of remote control launchers kinda reminds of...... A good friend of mine had 2 boys and about the time they were 9 and 11 respectively, they also had about 20 cats. They lived on a farm and cats do multiply without a good conservation plan. Like most farm cats they got the goody leftovers from the meals and after a time started to display the most unwanted habit of eveyone of them getting under your feet every time the front door was opened. Well it happened that the boys upon hearing their dad cuss those cats countless times for their behavior, decided they were going to do something about it. Without their dad's knowledge or approval, they found an old cinder block and a 2X8 about 12 feet long. Now these are tame cats mind you, so they had no problem picking them up and petting them. Well......,
you know where this is going, don't you? After placing the 2X8 across the cinder block, one would place a cat on the end and the other would launch it. I never saw this but I have it on good authority that a 70 lb. kid can launch a 6-7 lb. cat about 15 feet straight up. The whole gist of the cat launching experience was that for a long time after every time the front door was opened cats would scatter in every direction. Who said they aren't quick learners? jp

I am totally fascinated by remote control thingies... I'm of two minds on your developemnets NS, one being a state of lasting mirth, giggles to spare. The other harkens back to Viet Nam.

Sometimes when hoovering about you might run into something with more muscle than you want to waltz with, perhaps like Big Morty if ya get my drift. Well, with no Air Force support, and the Navy boys off to Hong Kong or some such, it was left up to Red Leg. Just dial the FM to the nearest FSB, say something like "Fan Dancer 22 this is Banshee 12, fire mission, over." Better'n any damn arcade game I ever did see! Now the 105s couldn't hit a bull in the ass, and the 155mm was a goodly bit better, but the real Crat's meow was the 8" SP! Now son, that was one of life's gratifying moments, and a ripping good time to boot! Hell, 'tweren't nothing quite so pleasing as sayin' "Fire for effect"...still want to do that when I drive by the HSUS shelter, or a gathering of political hacks.

Well, those were some days....

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.DropFifty.RightTwenty

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old Roger Dimowitts'

BTW jfromswk, welcome to the Insanity. Good post too.

First, I launch a partly chewed orange out of my nose, thanks to N.S. Sherlock, then DD starts talking field artillery, and I am one ball of raging hormones, and the wife isn't in the mood. Thanks a bunch, "friends!"

Well,,there Ned,,It seems like you busted the myth that crats allways land on their feet,,Good going!!! ,,120,,I've been there,,they get over it Clay

To para-phrase to old biscut comercial: "Nothin' says Lovin', like 203lbs of HE"

Hog Killer

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Originally posted by 120mm:
First, I launch a partly chewed orange out of my nose, thanks to N.S. Sherlock, then DD starts talking field artillery, and I am one ball of raging hormones, and the wife isn't in the mood. Thanks a bunch, "friends!"

Try this.

First powder some asprin.....

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"Nothin' says Lovin', like 203lbs of HE"

Damn, that is Sooooo true! I love crats!

120mm...er, ah, well at times like that you can think about surfing up around Juneau, or living in a Tyger Cage. Skydiving...silkworm and a needle when you jump, that'll keep you focused too.

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.RocketsRed.Glare

You love it and you know it, most of it, anyway.