Even my wife didn't want this!!

Rx, for the above stock. 98 cent can of Wally World, flat black spray paint.

Hog Killer

Jeffe,

Did you repaint your 458 AR again?

Well, Paint is cheaper than Gas.
God Jeffe, where did you find that thing??
Toys er Ugly store. God

It's for the Brokeback Mountain Rifle...

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Originally posted by invader66:
God Jeffe, where did you find that thing??
Toys er Ugly store. God

Wait, it's the Mary Kay edition.

My four year old daughter would think that is the only color to have.

Is that the one Bill Clinton had for sale?

Ya know, Jeffe, Keith, y'all ain't got a hair on your ass unless you show up to the next BUBBA shoot with that stock around an AR chambered rifle!

Just kid'n!

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Originally posted by Rusty:
Ya know, Jeffe, Keith, y'all ain't got a hair on your ass unless you show up to the next BUBBA shoot with that stock around an AR chambered rifle!

Just kid'n!

Rusty, how about putting it on a MRC, in 404J.

Hog Killer

And its Chas. Daly too. Its got the magazine button cut out for the cross the bow release.

So...no big loss. If this guy had done this to a piece of Turkish, we'd have to ride out a posse after him!

Jeffe, I think that is the one that I traded you after joining AR. You told me it wasn't kewl. I have that lime green one you suggested. Are you still going to put the 458AR in it?
Butch

Did it come packed in estrogen?

How much for that stock, Jeffe?

LD

why dom't the parent of this little girl teach her how to hold a rifle ?

The very first time shooting in her life.

My cousin Gene is retired Air Force enlisted. I'm just glad he has her pointing the end that goes bang downrange.

My daughter did that at first. I sawed a BUNCH off her stocks, and then glued it back on a1/4" at a time.

Danielle will come out to visit in a few years during varmint hunting season. I will work on her form then.

Ask me someday about going moose hunting with my cousin when we were both staioned in Alaska...........

LD

Hey Lawndart,

Tell us about the time you went moose hunting with your cousin when you were both stationed in Alaska?

I've seen grown men drool over stocks like that on another popular site.

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Tell us about the time you went moose hunting with your cousin when you were both stationed in Alaska?

High Points of the trip.

We were flown into Lake Clark in a Widgeon amphibious airplane (just like the one Jimmy Buffet flipped over on its back down in Florida some years back). 30 knot winds. The pilot landed and water taxied us to the lee shore. We were greeted by a greenie type national Park Service Ranger/Mounty/Dorkmeister. He started blowing us crap about don't do this and don't do that you evil hunters, blah blah blah. I went for style points right out of the gate.
"Hey Barney, did Andy give you any bullets for that .44 on your hip?" "Don't forget to file off the front site so it won't hurt when the bear shoves it up your ass." And so on. With the pleasantries concluded we inflated the raft, packed out shit in it and headed across the bay with quite a little tailwind to hurry us along. Cousin Gene caught a couple nice lake trout on the way over. Well, coming in on the exposed shore was like those films of the SEAL training at Coronado when all the rafts capsize in the waves breaking on the beach. We got pounded on the shore and the waves filled the raft in about ten seconds. Haul everything up onto dry ground, deflate the raft, pull it out (grunt grunt), haul all our stuff over to a sink hole, get out of the wind and wait a day for it to calm down.

About twenty yards outside the Western boundary of Lake Clark National Whatever I espied a two year old Caribou that looked tasty in the extreme, put in a short stalk, popped him, skinned and butchered him (back strap soaking in a zip lock baggie with some "Whats-this-here sauce", hmmm, hmmmm). About ten minutes after we resume our journey we drift around a bend. Not more than twenty yards from the river's edge (the Mulchatna, or at least a main tributary; I'd have to look at a map to jog my memory) is a magnificent bull Caribou, fat, sassy and full of delicious pre-rut chops, steaks, roasts and burger patties. The Caribou is just standing there posing for a National Geographic centerfold. I hand my rifle to my cousin and say, "Shoot that bastard." "Naw, it is the first day of the hunt." "You stupid m*********er, that caribou is posing for you, he has a huge rack and a lot of good eating." GENE, SHOOT THAT F*****G CARIBOU, RIGHT NOW!!!!"This discussion went on for fifteen minutes while we wended our way around several bends in the stream, no bushes, never more than 100 yards from the caribou who just stood there and looked at us. I was out of caribou tags, my cousin had never hunted for them before. "There's a gazillion of them Chuck, I'll shoot one farther down the river." "Goddamnit Gene, this is tundra, downstream is all moose bogs and f******g mosquitoes." "Its our first day hunting." "Gene, please shoot the caribou." "Naw, we'll see plenty more." "Really, who told you that, Marlin Perkins?"

And we drifted around the final bend just as the caribou drifted behind a hillock.

Did we see another Caribou on the trip? If we did, were any in range for a stalk or a shot? Tune in tomorrow....

Be nice my daughter has a pink cricket, Cep hers has a pink Laminated thumb hole and a S/S heavy barrel. She is 4 and was not leaving the gunshop with out it. I had some explaining to do when I had to go on a school field trip LOL. My oldest Daughter is getting a 10/22 built up for her. I got the first coat of primer on it last night. I added some wood and an Aluminum butt plate. The paint job is going to be silver with black tiger stripes covered in pink or purple candy with heavy flake. Mine are black or camo and some wood just better that a canoe paddle. If it gets the girls to the range and shooting I will paint all of mine pink.... Well ok maybe that is a bit far.

Pink does have its place, I'll say that.

I got my daughter a pink knife for her birthday last year and when deer season rolled around she did most of the cutting herself, I was just the meat handler! I talked her into letting me cut the backstraps off, and we had quite a bit more hamburger than steaks but I think I have a good butchering partner now.



If she were 10 years older I'd buy that stock in a heartbeat!

Mark,

You might as well buy it and put it away for her high school graduation rifle.

LD

We never got within range of any cariboou for the rest of the trip.

As for moosies, well we saw a bazillion of them, mostly cows with calves.

We passed another hunting party (the Mulchatna is a popular destination for in state hunters). That bull made it exactly 10 feet into the river before he expired in 2 feet of water depth. Those guys looked miserable a day after they had finally gotten it completely dressed out. God bless them, they even cleaned the ribs and neck.

We finally located a moose bog all to ourselves. It was about a mile and a half of stump holing to the base of the ridge. We climbed up until we could look down on a fair chunk of country, flopped down, ate blueberries, snoozed, snoosed, and took turns with the binocs. After a while Bullwinkle's bigger, badder brother ghosts out of the alders, ambles along, and finally plops down for a smoke break about four hundred yards straight out from the ridge in a large grove of not too tightly packed trees.. Ya' never have a 338 Lapua when ya' need it. This was Gene's first moose hunt. He kept saying, "look at the size of that thing." And he was a truly big one.

So. Now we had to do a 350 yard stalk. The wind was blowing left to right, and steadily. The ground was soft, but not too wet. Very quiet to walk on. The leaves on the trees made noise, exactly the noise that they were making in the breeze. All in all, very favorable conditions.

Gene has always been a little hyperactive. That has not kept him from doing very well with his career and family, but he tends to vibrate in place when he gets excited. Which he was doing now. We took a compass reading from the ridge and then plunged down into the trees. I couldn't get my cousin to slow down. I finally grabbed his left ear and twisted it hard. And thus we proceeded, 5 paces at a rush, twist the ear, stop, look, repeat. I kept praying, "Please, merciful and beneficent God in heaven; help this young man who loves you to slow down, pop Bullwinkle's brother so that we may praise thee over a plate of moose backstrap and mashed potatoes."

About 250 yards of this very odd pattern of ambulation things suddenly stilled. Gene relaxed, slowed down, and began flowing over the ground like a quiet brand of molasses. Praise be to the Lord, etc.

At seventy yards or so, the moose shook himself awake. Gene well and truly had the drop on him. I stuck my fingers in my ears, and waited for the 7mm Rem Mag to bark.....

It never did. The moose crashed off like an unbalanced bowling ball careening through tinker toy town.

Now I was the one vibrating in place. "Why - in - the - F**k - didn't - you - shoot - that - MOOSE?????" "Did you see how big he was?" "Yes - I - did. If - you - had - shot - him - we - could - admire - his - bulk - at - our - l - e - i - s - u - r - e." "Yep."

Later that evening Gene told me that during the stalk it had dawned on him how big a job it would be to make five or six trips each through the bog between the moose grove and the raft. At the time I just said, "yeah, what's your point?"

The next year, after I had finished packing out a smaller one, solo, and farther away across a bog, I came to realize that Gene was a pretty smart guy when it came to moose, even if he didn't quite yet understand the caribou thing.

I think I'll save some money for a young, strong guide the next time I go for a moose.

the end.

Getting back to the stock-----it looks like the stocks these guys show up with at the .22RF 50yd benchrest shoots I went to this year, just smaller. Oh, yeah, the only advise I got about moose hunting from a guy that shot a really big bull, was wait til he's facing AWAY from the swamp before you shoot him.

Señor el Jeffe,

Who makes that stock?

Thanks,

LD

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Mark, what in the world did you blow up that deer with? Was there a shoulder left?

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Mark, what in the world did you blow up that deer with? Was there a shoulder left?

Sierra Match King LOL!



Just kidding, shot this one with my bow. We've already cut the front legs off. This was a pretty interesting exercise in butchering, as I said I got her this knife and naturally I also sharpened it and she was helping me cut parts off, for example I'd hold the leg out and she'd cut it off at the shoulder blade where I'd point. Then I carried the legs over to the table and by the time I got back she'd already had another 5 pounds of meat hacked off! Anyway, I thought it would be better in the long run to just be the assistant and she had a blast cutting up the deer and handing me the pieces.

The down side was we didn't get that many steaks but my kids just loved the deerburger we made anyway so it worked out OK.

Season starts again in a couple of days so we'll see what happens this year!

A Pepto-Bismol stock! That stuff always did make me puke. This stock is no exception!!

Hey, my grand daughter will love the stock....I am currently cutting a stock down and painting it purple for my 10 yr old Grand daughter...She likes to shoot, but did not like the black stock w/stainless barrel. Like blueprinted said, what ever it takes to get her to the range...Heck, I let her in my ocean kayak and it took me all day to get it back, she was catching fish and would not come back to shore....Next time I will tie a rope to it.

My 4 year old niece wants a pink stock just like that one. The 7 and 9 year olds want purple! I might hate it but I will give them what they want if they keep wanting to shoot with me! Not much of a sacrifice in my book if that is all it takes to keep them interested in shooting and hunting. I alreaady went through this with a couple of the older ones. I lived.

Doesn't look any worse than a black stock.

C'mon, pink aint all bad...

best looking sherman crew EVER

T-34

Indeed, a crew we would all like to serve with.

"Hey, little superman. Here's five dollars. Walk up the road ahead of us. I think I see an ice cream stand in the distance."