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ajkel64

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Nothing like some good old tools. They were made to last and very well made. Not like today's cheap and nasty stuff which I have quite a lot of.
 

simon1

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Nice!

There IS a keg-erator, right?

AA

Yeah, if you can call it that. The door looks a little whomper jawed in the pic. for some reason, but it seals as tight as the day I bought it.

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I moved the stuff in the liquor cabinet to the booze cart SWMBO got me several years ago...it's mobile. I haven't had anything out of that for six months or better. I'm not a big hard liquor drinker, but the scotch is nice to have for company.

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I have a small bookcase that's cluttered up with old criminal case files that I need to take to the document destruction service so I can make room for my regular books. This project may take awhile.

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I wish I had enough space to put a couple of leather chairs and maybe a couch, along with coffee table and end tables, and a big screen TV, but I guess I'm going to have to be happy with the little 10' by 10' room for now.

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nortac

"Can't Raise an Eyebrow"
Looking good! Your pin up girls should definitely be of a vintage WWII variety since you have your Dad's flag and shadow box in there.
 
Nice stuff! If you weld or someone else does, tack the dogs on those traps so they stay set. Looks awesome on old long springs! Love the Winchester tin!
 

simon1

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Nice stuff! If you weld or someone else does, tack the dogs on those traps so they stay set. Looks awesome on old long springs! Love the Winchester tin!

Naw, I'll just leave them with the nail between the jaws. Then they will still be functional. I have several long springs...single spring and double spring. Those are classic.
 

simon1

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No pheasant?

Nope, not any pheasant around here. Quail are even getting scarce. I can get Canadian Geese real easy...there are herds of them around here. They come up in the yard. Mean little things...well, they ain't little. I startled one when I walked around the edge of the house one time and it spread its wings and hissed at me. I swear the wingspan on that thing looked like it was six feet long.
 
Nope, not any pheasant around here. Quail are even getting scarce. I can get Canadian Geese real easy...there are herds of them around here. They come up in the yard. Mean little things...well, they ain't little. I startled one when I walked around the edge of the house one time and it spread its wings and hissed at me. I swear the wingspan on that thing looked like it was six feet long.

Could have been, wingspan up to 1.8m/5.9' and i've heard everything's bigger Texas, so a Texan Canada goose, giant sized.
dave
 

simon1

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Could have been, wingspan up to 1.8m/5.9' and i've heard everything's bigger Texas, so a Texan Canada goose, giant sized.
dave

To me a goose is a goose that's on the loose.

Shouldn't be too much longer before Mom and Dad are herding some goslings around the pond. They are cute little fluffy things.

I don't know if one of these would fit in the cave.

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Rhody

I'm a Lumberjack.
I have a mini fridge in there, and an antique desk with a banker's chair, a 1948 Royal typewriter, a pipe rack and tobacco cellar, and I do have some old lures in the tackle box I need to go through.
all set up for a new career as a private detective or a writer!
 

simon1

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all set up for a new career as a private detective or a writer!

I've been both. Just closed my P.I. business of 11 years a few months ago and started drawing my police retirement I kept. Won some creative writing awards in college, and won an English scholarship that paid for one year of school (the other years were academic scholarships).

I've thought about writing again but I seem to have lost my muse now. I am dabbling in amature photography (have a decent camera) but there is no professional training around here. I'm just now learning ISO speed, aperture, and shutter speed. Self taught is not really the way to go.
 

Rhody

I'm a Lumberjack.
I've been both. Just closed my P.I. business of 11 years a few months ago and started drawing my police retirement I kept. Won some creative writing awards in college, and won an English scholarship that paid for one year of school (the other years were academic scholarships).

I've thought about writing again but I seem to have lost my muse now. I am dabbling in amature photography (have a decent camera) but there is no professional training around here. I'm just now learning ISO speed, aperture, and shutter speed. Self taught is not really the way to go.
wow well i hope its congrats and good news you've closed the pi business im sure you've got some stories
 

simon1

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wow well i hope its congrats and good news you've closed the pi business im sure you've got some stories

That I do, not only investigator work for attorneys, but some police encounter stories.

There have been about seven or eight people charged that turned out innocent. One the police report just said that two witnesses said the guy did it and for more information see video. I spent several days going through the interview tapes of two witnesses and had to rewind and replay to get the times on the tape of where their accounts didn't match. Then write up the report to note the times on the two different interviews for the attorney. The case was dismissed.

Then there was this guy who in the surveillance video it was clear that it wasn't the same guy, and the P.D. said they couldn't make out the tag number in the video. I was able to get it and find the owner of the car, and who was driving it and who they had with them. The case finally got dismissed.

Then there was the time at the P.D. where I was working a fresh shooting and found the guy. He was sitting across a little room rocking back in forth in a chair on the other side of a bed. I walked around the end of the bed and he had a cocked and unlocked loaded .380 at his feet and was talking gibberish. Thankfully that turned out well.

Then...a guy had slipped his handcuffed hands from behind his back, kicked out a patrol car window, and grabbed the shotgun from the rack on the cage before he ran off. Another officer and I talked to several people and finally found him. He then opened fire on us. Several people had been complaining about the shotguns being unlocked on the rack on the cage in the cars, and finally the city council approved the money to get locking shotgun racks...after they had to pay for the damages for the return fire we had to do. Go figure.

I could probably write a short story on each of those incidents going into detail...with names changed to protect the guilty of course.

Like the late night advertisements...But Wait! There's More!
 
A fictional PI who specializes in proving people innocent would be an interesting character. Just saying.
 

simon1

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A fictional PI who specializes in proving people innocent would be an interesting character. Just saying.

I think that has been done before.

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Rick lit a cigarette, grabbed his second cup of morning coffee of the day, he'd had one at the diner with breakfast, then picked up the thick file from the blotter on his mahogany desk. The file contained the police reports, medical files on the deceased person, interview videos, and police background checks on the people involved. There were three more files for the same case on his desk. Sitting down in his banker’s chair, and propping his feet up on the desk, he started thumbing through the first file. This was a serious case…Capital Murder…death penalty case.

After going through the initial report from the patrol officer and the detective’s first report, he could see that this would take some work. Rick saw that the detective’s report was brief, and it said in several places “For more information, see interview videos.” This usually meant it was a quick, shoddy investigation. They were going to need another Investigator, and a Mitigation Specialist. He thought of Ray for the other Investigator…he had worked with him before and he was thorough. They would also need a psychologist…and a second chair attorney, and another autopsy done. He’d let the first chair attorney pick the second attorney.

Rick jumped as the black cow’s hoof telephone rang on his desk. It was just to his right on the desk. He almost knocked off the .38 that he had laid on the desk when he got back from breakfast.

“Hello?”

All of a sudden the window to his office door blew out, like a hand grenade had been thrown at it.
 

Intrigued

Bigfoot & Bagel aficionado.
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Rick lit a cigarette, grabbed his second cup of morning coffee of the day, he'd had one at the diner with breakfast, then picked up the thick file from the blotter on his mahogany desk. The file contained the police reports, medical files on the deceased person, interview videos, and police background checks on the people involved. There were three more files for the same case on his desk. Sitting down in his banker’s chair, and propping his feet up on the desk, he started thumbing through the first file. This was a serious case…Capital Murder…death penalty case.

After going through the initial report from the patrol officer and the detective’s first report, he could see that this would take some work. Rick saw that the detective’s report was brief, and it said in several places “For more information, see interview videos.” This usually meant it was a quick, shoddy investigation. They were going to need another Investigator, and a Mitigation Specialist. He thought of Ray for the other Investigator…he had worked with him before and he was thorough. They would also need a psychologist…and a second chair attorney, and another autopsy done. He’d let the first chair attorney pick the second attorney.

Rick jumped as the black cow’s hoof telephone rang on his desk. It was just to his right on the desk. He almost knocked off the .38 that he had laid on the desk when he got back from breakfast.

“Hello?”

All of a sudden the window to his office door blew out, like a hand grenade had been thrown at it.


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Where's the rest of the story???
 
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