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Chinerd00
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Happy Father's Day!

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Have a good day!
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Back atcha! Happy Father's Day fellas!
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Son took me over to Shooter's World. Super crowded even in the morning. They let us shoot for free for Father's Day. I hate shooting indoors in the heat of the summer but they are fully air conditioned :mrgreen:

Son shot his 1911 Colt Officers and towards the end was getting decent groupings. I brought my Mac 11 and we enjoyed doing full drum dumps. The ladies next to us did not appreciate our full drum dumps - Too Bad!

Nothing puts the smile on your face more than a full drum dump! It has been a long time since I was able to do that. It is great that Shooter's world let you bring your own full auto and preloaded drums! No jams, no squibs, no malfunctions. Just lots of smiles!

All in all an excellent day! Happy Father's Days to you all!
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Happy Father's Day.

My dad gave me a copy of this poem when I struck out on my own:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

~Rudyard Kipling ~

Never really understood it until I had several more years of wrong turns, painful lumps and licked wounds.

Thanks, Dad.
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TACC
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Odessaman wrote:Happy Father's Day.

My dad gave me a copy of this poem when I struck out on my own:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

~Rudyard Kipling ~

Never really understood it until I had several more years of wrong turns, painful lumps and licked wounds.

Thanks, Dad.
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