Monday, April 30, 2012

Seems Aboot Right, eh?

Savage Cub set up for a little Bush Flying.  I have everything but the plane.

Some days you eat the bear, 
some days the bear eats you.

Other days you fight over the truck keys.  

Mirror mirror on the .....  

I knew that.
Been busy... 

Lots' of work at the end of last week.  Then I spent some quality time with my olde pals Smith & Wesson.  

Tested out some "hot loads" at the range. 

Monday's Pun(s) !!!

My girlfriend thinks I'm a stalker. Well, she's not exactly my girlfriend... yet.

I know a guy who's addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.

Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn't control her pupils?

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

If I Wanted America To Fail......

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Bo Derek

Yeah, it's time for our semi annual, monthly, posting of Bo Derek. Drives the GOOGLEBOTS crazy.  The movie 10 (Ten). Republican babe.  Without further adieu......

Secret Service Hookers

Yeah, yeah, yeah, some Secret Service dudes got caught partying with some hookers in Columbia.  Who'd a thunk it?  

No I do not think it is a big deal.....right up until it is a Big Deal. At this juncture, I am content to listen to the MSM's downplaying the whole event and telling us that it does not reflect on Obama.  They are even citing a White House investigation that cleared, uh, umm, the White House. SNAFU...right?

Here's my point....this is the White House that would have us believe that old Barry was right there with the Navy Seals when HE got Bin Laden.  Olde Barry is a hands on guy, practically pulled the trigger his bad self. HooRah! Que the theme from "Shaft"...right on!

Yet, when his special agents of the Secret Service run amok south of the border, we get the "Who ME?" looks. What Us?  We are not involved. No Sir, that was over at the Hotel Caribe.....and then it wasn't.

So sure, I believe everything they say.  Yes Sir....that's me. 

Yet, that olde saying comes to me...... a fish rots from the head down.  Can ya dig it?

Monday, April 23, 2012

Monday's Pun(s) !!! 

A fisherman tried boxing, but he only threw hooks.

The raisin wined about how he couldn't achieve grapeness.

One of the first things you'll notice at the Beijing airport is a whole lot of Chinese checkers.

Sunday, April 22, 2012


...know your history.  

Hat Tip to Proof....not sure where he got it.

Moody Blues....

Deep Thoughts.... 

by Jack Handey.

On the other hand, we have different fingers.

When I die, I would like to go peacefully, in my sleep, like my grandfather did. Not screaming and yelling like the passenger in his car.

If you are a happy employee does that make you 'gruntled' ?

It takes a big man to cry. It takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes, that way when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

Once I wept for I had no shoes. Then I came across a man who had no feet, so I took his shoes. I mean, it's not like he really needed them.

Whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger. Not lifting weights doesn't kill me. Therefore not lifting weights makes me stronger.

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part.

If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, don’t even bother to bend over, because, man, they're gone.


French Toast.

I like french toast. 

(File Under: Oldie,but goodie)

Saturday, April 21, 2012

The Influence of Pets..... 
A linguistics professor was lecturing to his class one day. "In English," he said, "A double negative forms a positive. In some languages, though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no language wherein a double positive can form a negative."

A voice from the back of the room piped up, "Yeah, right."

Friday, April 20, 2012

It's Aloha Friday... work till Monday!!!


Doo de doo, de doo, de doo ....
PLHS Lacrosse game and a Wings game on Friday. Could be the last hockey game of the season...maybe the last hockey game for the TPH.  Y'all have a great weekend!

Doo de doo, de doo, de doo ....

"Get your island fix on the Internet with KPOA!"
Listen live to the island sounds from Maui!

Thursday, April 19, 2012


As in, I believes I will makes a sammich.

A Shooter Sammich

You can get yur own sammich.

Hat Tip to Roger, of course.


 ...sometimes you just need to pause and appreciate.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Nice Tool...

Those Milwaukee guys make some nice nail drivers.

Hey, hey.....

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Too Funny!  

F-Bombs Away!

Bob Beckel....

I have posted before about this round mound of human debris. For some reason Olde Hannity insists on providing a seat for his lame commentary on his FOX show on Mondays.  Well it seems the true side of Beckel came through on the latest appearance.  

(Note: the video has the f-bomb in it so protect the innocent wimmens, chillerns, and ...oh, never mind.)

Next time Hannity, listen up.  Then maybe you can be smarter than the average Rumbear.

Can You Hear Me Now? 

Monday, April 16, 2012

Bad Day at the Farallon's 

 SAN FRANCISCO (AP) - The search for four yacht crew members thrown from their boat during a weekend race off Northern California was indefinitely suspended, with the Coast Guard saying the "window of survivability" had passed.

The four were part of an eight-member crew racing around the Farallon Islands Saturday when their sailboat was hit by powerful waves that forced it onto rocks.

The Farallon Race is a right of passage in the Bay Area. I have completed the race twice.  Once with a full crew. Once double handed. (Two sailors).  The islands lay 27 miles outside the Golden Gate Bridge.  Windswept and barren, it is a sanctuary for seabirds. Seals love the place and this brings numerous Great White Sharks.  There is a research station on one island. Access is via a hoist on calm days. There are no docks or beaches. The islands are off limits to simple folk. In a word, inhospitable.

A century-old tradition, the Full Crew Farallones Race has never been for the faint of heart: Winds averaging 10 to 20 knots and churning 14-foot Pacific Ocean swells are among the rough conditions typically braved by yachts and their crews during the daylong regatta, a spring favorite of skilled sailors.

So the race takes you around the islands. Generally, rounding to port is preferred.  (The Photo is taken looking from the north to the southeast)  The prevailing winds make the trip out a hard beat to weather.  Rounding the islands can be a handful with some heavy surging from the waves on the weather side. Currents and wave action can dramatically impact the path of your boat. 

R. David Britt, a University of California, Davis chemist who skippered his sailboat, Split Water, in the Full Crew Farallones Race for the third time on Saturday, described the sailing out by the islands that day as "pretty intense." Swells nearing 20-feet-high were breaking far enough from the craggy outcroppings that Britt says he steered farther around them than he otherwise might to avoid getting swamped by a wave or dashed onto the rocks.

The real game begins on the run back in.  Winds are generally strong and your spinnaker is drawing hard....if you dare fly one. It's a white knuckle run.  Your goal is to set up for the channel into San Francisco and avoid having to deal with the shoals on either side. It's not the depth per se, but, oh, those waves.  On the north side the Potato Patch can throw  some wicked surf up. To the south, more waves that drive you towards the beach. The channel itself is no cakewalk.  Many boats have trouble in this area. Several have wound up on the rocks of the Marin Headlands or on the Great Beach by the Cliff House. However, if you do it right with a good breeze, you get a 25 mile spinnaker run that you will talk about for years.  Do it wrong, and things break, or worse.

Clearly, things took a turn for the worse.  Details remain sketchy, but we have one dead, three rescued, and four missing, presumed dead. The Coast Guard has called off the search.  Truly a tragedy that will spread throughout the Bay Area sailing community. 

Our thoughts and prayers to all involved.



Hat Tip: the South East Editor.

Professor Obama 

Working hard for your, mine, uh, his, yeah his, Rights!

Hat tip: Freaking News.  It's freaking funny.

Bob's Relieved....... 

File Under: Cowboy Wisdom


Here's a quick flow chart that may bring clarity to your choice.

Monday's Pun(s) !!! 

There was a contest on a slippery rock slope. I won in a landslide.

I'm inclined to be laid back.

I could not pull forward out of my parking space, so I used my back up plan.

I Am The 8%.

Take the test.  Join the 8%

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Am I The Only One..... 

....wondering if Obama called the hooker?  Offered her the $47.00?  Maybe $50.00 and keep the change?  

I thought the GOP had the war on wimmins and all that.  Now we find out the Democratic Administration won't pay the freight?

Just askin......

Obama calls hooker. Obama hooker summit.  Obama hooker beer summit.

Secret service. Hoolers. Instapundit. 

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Dick Cheney Announces GOP Bid 

Well, that headline will drive the GOOGLE bots crazy. 

Former Vice President Dick Cheney walked onstage without any assistance and spoke for an hour and 15 minutes without seeming to tire in his first public engagement since he underwent a heart transplant three weeks ago.  

Of course, Cheney had some raw meat for the bubbas. The former Vice President extraordinaire parsed his words carefully when asked about the Obama tenure....

"He has been an unmitigated disaster to the country," Cheney said of President Barack Obama.

I suspect this will be the talk of the Sunday Morning gossips.

Range Time 

Blustery day here in Sandy Eggo.  Headed out to check on an outdoor range I had heard about.  South Bay Rod & Gun Club.  Directions were easy...head for the boondocks and turn right.  Found myself south of Dulzura in a canyon about 2 clicks north of the Internationale border. 

Nice facility with multiple ranges.  Limited use today as it was hailing/raining/blowing.  Met some engaging Range Safety Officers who answered all questions with a smile.  I had picked up some steel case ammo and wanted to see how the AR digested it.  I also had some hot loads in 357 Magnum that I had worked up.  50, 100, 200 and 300 yards rifle range.  My olde eyes have trouble seeing 300 yards, yet alone hitting a target.  Then again, shooting 50 yards with a 2 1/4 inch barrel is, well....above my pay grade.

The AR ate up the steel case ammo (i.e. cheap stuff).  This makes plinking with the Rumbear Youth a little more affordable.  The magnum loads, went well. I hit the target. One blew out a casing, so apparently some dialing back is in order. Then again, maybe a hotter primer. We'll see.

Nice range. I see a membership in my future. 


Rhytms....spent the day at Lex's page reading and reflecting.  Long morning and then a break to the gun range with an afternoon finish.  Flying? Naval Aviation? Life onboard?  Read the first one and you will be hooked.  Listen to the Warrior Monk.

Welcome to the “Rhythms” home page, a blogvel of sorts in several parts. The author’s attempt was to reveal elements of life aboard an aircraft carrier on the line. He had no idea it would take so long, and leave so very much untold.


Putting warheads on foreheads…..

He will spend much of the next three to four months preparing himself to jump to the next level of tactical understanding through applied study of a rigorous syllabus, with academic achievement tests and standardization check rides, the latter flown with hard-eyed weapons school instructors, TOPGUN graduates, “patch wearers” men who are not his friends and not his allies. These are men who are only obliquely interested in his success – instead, they concern themselves with tactical primacy, the delicate balance of lethality and survivability, tempered aggressiveness. These are the warrior monks through whom the wingman must eventually pass at first in the middle stage of his long and continuing journey. They are the keepers of the flame, and every junior pilot is acutely aware of the trial that lies before him. 

In preparation for those check rides, he will consult with those of his brothers who are senior to him, to learn from them the nuggets that led to their own success. He will lead senior aviators around the ship in training missions. Eventually, he will even lead these men in combat missions over the beach. The entire time he does so, he will be under taut evaluation, his leadership subject to instant revocation in case of an error of judgment, airmanship or leadership. Not everyone will make it – not everyone can think, and fly, for two. For that reason, before ever he leads a junior pilot anywhere, he will lead every instructor-qualified pilot in the squadron several times. He will lead the CO on training missions, talking to him as though he were the rawest nugget, fresh from the training squadron, always aware that his ability to teach and lead is what is being evaluated. He will in fact lead this XO, himself a recent TOPGUN instructor. With that in mind, Hammer 12 watches his lead very attentively. His watching is all the more intent in that, in accordance with the custom of the single-seat fighter tribe, no extraneous communications are permitted. No earnest questions. No careful explanations. He’d heard it before, they all had: You’ve got a question? Take notes. Ask me in the debrief. All I want to hear from you is, “Two,” “Mayday,” and “Lead you’re on fire, eject.”

Rythems part XXXII