As I sit here logged into THR, I feel…

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As I sit here logged into THR, I feel…

…As if I am in:

-My favorite gun shop.
-Library
-Hunting Cabin
-Attending a Training Class
-Out on a range
-Political meeting
-Grandparents big old house and listening to the older folks.

or:

-Comfortable
-I'm Just sitting in front of my computer
-I really need to go the bathroom
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Other
 
As if I am at an old friends house, sitting on the back porch discussing things
that matter to us.

We may not always agree but we leave as friends just the same.
 
...All of the above, at various times.


Just like sitting on "Gramps" back porch, discussing, (and probably cussing, but not loud enought for "Art's Grammaw" to hear!) the events of the past few days, swapping TALL Tales of our hunting/fishing trips, while having a good hot cuppa Joe...or iced tea, depending on the season.


This is my favorite place.
 
Fuzzy, somewhat powerless and baffled why LawDog shut down the 'marchers say gringos have to go' thread. It seems controversial threads have some finite lifespan, even though most posters are behaving themselves. I sometimes think some of us are waaay too sensitive and pc.
 
As a newbie - I have felt quite welcomed here - THANKS!!!

Impressed with the amount and quality of information
More impressed with the insightfull and respectfull discussions (a big change from the hockey message boards...)
 
I feel a sense of awe. I am able to communicate with people all over the world who are into firearms and the right to own and use them. Many folks take the ability to converse with so many others for granted.

The stories of Lawdog, the artistry of Oleg Volk, the fine work of Jim March,
the tacticality of Skunkabilly, the wit and wisdom of Tamara, as well as the other great posters make this a wonderous place indeed.

Long live THR!:D
 
A tent revival. After reading a few posts this morning I feel like I'm down at the mission listening to Billy Sunday preach.

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"Listen, if I heard shrieks and cries coming from a house and I ran in there and I found a great big broad shouldered whiskey soaked Joe weasel, dragging his wife about by the hair, and over here, two children are unconscious from his blows and kicks and another one screaming in terror, do you think I would apologize for being there? No! I'd knock 7 kinds of pork out of that old hog." -Billy Sunday

(They say the movie Elmer Gantry starring Burt Lancaster was loosely based on Billy Sunday.)
 
... like I'm down at the bar, at the Veterans Memorial Hall, drinking a beer and telling old "War stories".
 
Fortunate to find a place/people that know so much about the state of gun laws and the use of guns.. A wealth of information, good stuff..

:) :)

C
 
I can easily imagine I'm in a grand private club filled with overstuffed leather, thick persian rugs and the scent of fine cigars. On the walls are trophy heads of big african game and portraits of Illustrious past members that need no nameplates.

Scattered around the various rooms are men and women at ease, comfortably discussing weighty and trivial matters over coffee and cognac, beer and scotch (and club soda). Some are dressed formally, others wear shooting clothes ranging from safari to cowboy to a ragged Star Wars tee-shirt and cut-offs.

Down the hall and to the right is the club library - reading tables surrounded by bookcases and card indexes, and over there is the 'specimen' display - ranks of classic and notable firearms in glass cases. Of course, none of the cases are locked, because the ladies and gentlemen of this club can be trusted to treat each with respect and in safety.

Clint
 
"fuzzy"
"squishy"

At the moment...oddly uncomfortable.
Just kidding.

When I am logged into THR, I feel...like I am amongst friends. Sometimes we agree, sometimes we don't. But always there is a sense of togetherness.

Jubei
 
Like I'm sitting around the fire in the evening at Deer Camp. Listening and talking to some of my closest friends and relatives. The ones not by the fire are over in the big tent where there's the kitchen and a there's a card game going on. There are a couple of deer hanging from the meat pole, the stars are shining bright, God is in his heaven and all is right in the world.
 
THR reminds me of Wednesday nights, and of any number of Deer or Fish camps.

to elaborate on Wednesday nights, it's when three generations of guys congregate at my dad's workshop. we drink beer, play cards & cribbage, tell old jokes (some of them not suitable for polite conversation), and share advice. if someone does something wrong, they are corrected but not degraded. however, the best part is the stories.

most of the stories we've all heard a million times, and for some reason they get better and funnier every time they're told.
 
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