Watch, wallet, spectacles, tes…er… wrong list…
Appleseed receipt- Check
Gun(s)- Check
Savage MK II (Thanks Bernie) Mags-4
Savage MK II (Thanks Bernie) Mags-4
Remember, don’t mess with old people. They’re already angry, don’t get embarrassed, don’t care, and you have absolutely no chance of winning.
After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed,
” THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE.”
Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heavens the voice bellowed,
” THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE.”
The blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of the ice. She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole.
The voice came once more,
” THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE.”
She stopped, looked skyward, and said,
“IS THAT YOU LORD?”
The voice replied,
“No, this is the manager of the hockey rink .”
Um… howinthehell can you POSSIBLY believe something like that is appropriate to wear in public???
Sigh…
I notice a couple of older gents (well, MY age, alright…) and they are also circling the place too. I realize one of them is watching me, and I keep thinking I’ve ‘seen’ him before somewhere…
I finally ‘think’ I’ve placed him, so I walk up behind he and his friend and say, “Flight, Radar, do you have ANY idea where you’re going?”
He snaps around, looks at me, and says, “Dammit, I ‘THOUGHT’ that was you! I was waiting to hear you say something to somebody!” We shook hands and ended up pounding each other on the back, and probably had the gun store folks wondering what in hell was going on!!!
He was one of my pilots 36 years ago, out in WESTPAC back in the day. He’s also retired and still consulting to ‘various’ organizations, the ‘little ones’ are now grown, married and he’s a 5 time grandpa!
We spent about 20 minutes just going back and forth on folks we’d served with and who was where, and what they were doing. And then he brought up ‘the flight’…
We were deployed to Misawa AB, Japan on a 6 month deployment.
In August of 1976, two Americans had been killed at the DMZ in Korea during a tree cutting, so all the American forces were on higher alert, and we were pretty much restricted to the base…
September 20, 1976 was a routine patrol flight, up around the North end of Hokkaido, chasing bad guy submaines… “Gene” was the PPC, and we were minding our own business; sitting on a sonobuoy pattern and basically boring holes in the air, when a rather ‘interesting’ radio call came in to ‘warn’ us of a possibility a MIG-25 headed our way…
Truly a WTF moment… Since we were well outside USSR airspace, minding our own business, etc… Flight decided to descend, figuring we’d be below the cloud deck and we didn’t think they would try to shoot us down.
We finished the mission and RTB’ed, only to find out a MIG-25 had landed at Hakodate airport not long after we’d received our little message… Track reconstruction and later interviews with LT Victor Belenko confirmed he had, in fact, probably passed within 5nm of us, and was at or below our altitude!!!
We never saw him, and he apparently never saw us…
Of course that racheted up the tension as the Japanese refused to give the MIG back for something like 60 days, and allowed US intelligence folks to basically dis-assemble the airplane (If I remember right, they finally gave it back to the USSR in 30+ crates). There were all kinds of threats made against American flyers, and the Soviets said they were going to capture a US crew as ‘hostages’, etc…
Made for a rather ‘interesting’ rest of the deployment, and pretty much screwed us out of any good deals (like the Osan trips), and pretty much kept us flying our asses off… sigh…
His friend is a retired Marine Col, and he was just shaking his head, and commented he’d been III MEF at the same time and he was on alert to ‘go’, if things got any worse.
We both had to do other things, but we exchanged phone numbers, and I’m sure we’ll be having a drink and or dinner pretty soon!
36 years… Damn how time flies…
Seriously, training is always good, and I’m looking forward to the chance to get some good trigger time. .45 ACP said they will have loaner rifles available, and the more the merrier…
W,W,W,W- Appleseed, shooty goodness, 17-18 Mar, Mechanicsville, VA (just outside Richmond) Info HERE!
Now I’ve got to go to the range this weekend and re-sight my Garand(s) and look around for a .22 to buy that will work (not even going to try it with a lever action)…
10-22, or ???
The Russian “Trawlers” (NATO designation: AGI for Auxiliary General Intelligence) with what looked like one thousand “fishing” antennas plied the Gulf of Tonkin on a daily basis… needless to say, it was a cat-and-mouse game to see what havoc they could expend towards our two carriers operating there 24 hours a day.
John Wunche was a big man with bright red hair and a flaming red handlebar mustache. He was a frustrated fighter pilot whom fate and the Bureau of Naval Personnel had put into the cockpit of a former heavy bomber now employed as a carrier-based tanker.
The LSO hit the wave-off lights when the “Whale” was just a few yards from the ramp. John crammed on full power and sucked up the speed brakes for the go-around. The “Bonnie Dick” began a sharp right turn to pass behind the Russian, causing the ship to list steeply, and there, dead ahead of John, was the Russian trawler.
Needless to say, the Red Baron was an instant hero to the entire ship’s company.