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Today I had to scatter the ashes as promised, for another of like kind.
Not the first time I have done this; most likely it will be the last time either.
The weather is gray, foggy, wet with rain, some sleet, and maybe snow later in the evening.
Experience has taught me, cold, wet does not hide the tears in eyes, though one would thinks so.
I want to be where the quail used to be we remember, and please crank up your signature song ...
In a special spot there are two 28 gauge shells, a stick of beef jerky , picture of a favorite dawg that passed, USGI 7 round mag with 230 gr hardball, picture of her Case knife with CV blades, Brass Zippo lighter, and picture of three Ladies, Grandma, Mom, and this Granddaughter.
Grandma was trained to be a sniper, she had other gifts and talents.
She could shoot handguns and shotguns very well too!
In another time and place, she did what needed done to survive and insure the survival of others.
This Grandma was one of my Mentors.
At 87 years of age, with a cast on her weak leg, she got down prone and with a iron sighted Model 70 in '06 flat ran that bolt!!
Poetry in motion, and the playing card had nice tight group!
"Not bad for a old lady that kicked a barn door and buster her leg huh?" - she said, with a grin, oh my what a grin she had!
She liked her Model '97 pump, Stevens 311, BHPs Colt handguns, from Gov't model of 1911, Mustangs, and Revolvers.
She had a special place for small tip up Berettas, she had BTDT and shared about these guns...
Mom, well grandma raised this kid right. Mom started young, and had the genes of gifts and talents too.
She too used street smarts, blending in and getting past checkpoints, and traveling light, using simple tools.
She liked her Model 12s and all her mom did, but she preferred S&W, and J frames and small tip up Berettas were special too, as she too had BTDT
This mom was one of my mentors as well...
Granddaughter - come from good stock as we say.
Like her Grandma, and Mom she liked the same guns and was shooting before she learned to ride a bike.
She added some guns of her own, she liked her Model 29, Win SX1, and incorporated a P-11, this one fit a niche.
I was one of granddaughters Mentors by now.
She was in a hi-risk business and all the genes, talents and gifts were useful.
One would never know she knew anything about guns, knives, shooting, hunting, this was the perspective she wanted to give off.
Most folks of like kind that met her for the first time, thought she was left handed, no.
She wanted that perception, as she would draw from weak side first, if matters went sour.
Bone stock Gov't Model of 1911 and NO ambi, and from concealed, draw weak handed and be on target fast.
Her tools upon leaving were bone stock Colt Combat Commander, Colt 7 rd mags with dimple follower , 230 gr hard ball, Zippo lighter, Arc-Light key chain light, book of matches, disposable ink pen, Beretta Jetfire, Hen & Rooster Slimline Trapper, Hen & Rooster small pen knife less than 3" when closed, Beaded neck chain with Medical Alert - sharpened on one edge, she had no allergies, just chose "ASA" ( aspirin) ...a few other things as well.
Hi-Risk work, and for example, she has $400,000 worth of mdse, and she enters, delivers, and does so with a Beretta 21A in .22 lr, the Hen&Rooster pen knife and is done.
Street Punks over there, and in leaving she passes a few LEO with SWAT designations and nobody ever suspected anything.
Blending in is the key...
She liked good Scotch neat, would not turn down straight bourbon whiskey neat either...
Good cigar was appreciated , whether she actually smoked one after a job well done, or the aroma of a good cigar or pipe tobacco wafting near being appreciated by another...
She tossed peppermint to dawgs, she got that from me...
Turn the Page by Seger is the song.
I'd appreciate a toast, a cigar , tossing a dawg a peppermint- and that song on her behalf, I know she would too.
Run'em!
Miss ya Babe, but you damn sure Run'em , just like your Grandma, and Mom!
Say, here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page. - Turn The Page - by Bob Seger
Not the first time I have done this; most likely it will be the last time either.
The weather is gray, foggy, wet with rain, some sleet, and maybe snow later in the evening.
Experience has taught me, cold, wet does not hide the tears in eyes, though one would thinks so.
I want to be where the quail used to be we remember, and please crank up your signature song ...
In a special spot there are two 28 gauge shells, a stick of beef jerky , picture of a favorite dawg that passed, USGI 7 round mag with 230 gr hardball, picture of her Case knife with CV blades, Brass Zippo lighter, and picture of three Ladies, Grandma, Mom, and this Granddaughter.
Grandma was trained to be a sniper, she had other gifts and talents.
She could shoot handguns and shotguns very well too!
In another time and place, she did what needed done to survive and insure the survival of others.
This Grandma was one of my Mentors.
At 87 years of age, with a cast on her weak leg, she got down prone and with a iron sighted Model 70 in '06 flat ran that bolt!!
Poetry in motion, and the playing card had nice tight group!
"Not bad for a old lady that kicked a barn door and buster her leg huh?" - she said, with a grin, oh my what a grin she had!
She liked her Model '97 pump, Stevens 311, BHPs Colt handguns, from Gov't model of 1911, Mustangs, and Revolvers.
She had a special place for small tip up Berettas, she had BTDT and shared about these guns...
Mom, well grandma raised this kid right. Mom started young, and had the genes of gifts and talents too.
She too used street smarts, blending in and getting past checkpoints, and traveling light, using simple tools.
She liked her Model 12s and all her mom did, but she preferred S&W, and J frames and small tip up Berettas were special too, as she too had BTDT
This mom was one of my mentors as well...
Granddaughter - come from good stock as we say.
Like her Grandma, and Mom she liked the same guns and was shooting before she learned to ride a bike.
She added some guns of her own, she liked her Model 29, Win SX1, and incorporated a P-11, this one fit a niche.
I was one of granddaughters Mentors by now.
She was in a hi-risk business and all the genes, talents and gifts were useful.
One would never know she knew anything about guns, knives, shooting, hunting, this was the perspective she wanted to give off.
Most folks of like kind that met her for the first time, thought she was left handed, no.
She wanted that perception, as she would draw from weak side first, if matters went sour.
Bone stock Gov't Model of 1911 and NO ambi, and from concealed, draw weak handed and be on target fast.
Her tools upon leaving were bone stock Colt Combat Commander, Colt 7 rd mags with dimple follower , 230 gr hard ball, Zippo lighter, Arc-Light key chain light, book of matches, disposable ink pen, Beretta Jetfire, Hen & Rooster Slimline Trapper, Hen & Rooster small pen knife less than 3" when closed, Beaded neck chain with Medical Alert - sharpened on one edge, she had no allergies, just chose "ASA" ( aspirin) ...a few other things as well.
Hi-Risk work, and for example, she has $400,000 worth of mdse, and she enters, delivers, and does so with a Beretta 21A in .22 lr, the Hen&Rooster pen knife and is done.
Street Punks over there, and in leaving she passes a few LEO with SWAT designations and nobody ever suspected anything.
Blending in is the key...
She liked good Scotch neat, would not turn down straight bourbon whiskey neat either...
Good cigar was appreciated , whether she actually smoked one after a job well done, or the aroma of a good cigar or pipe tobacco wafting near being appreciated by another...
She tossed peppermint to dawgs, she got that from me...
Turn the Page by Seger is the song.
I'd appreciate a toast, a cigar , tossing a dawg a peppermint- and that song on her behalf, I know she would too.
Run'em!
Miss ya Babe, but you damn sure Run'em , just like your Grandma, and Mom!
Say, here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page. - Turn The Page - by Bob Seger
