Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
In ’95, my wife, 4 kids and our dog were headed to Idaho driving west on I80 in Wyoming in our Burb. It was around midnight, and traffic was light. I had the cruise control set at 84 mph and as we were coming up on another late-night traveler, my wife says “That’s a cop, shouldn’t you slow down?” My response was “The posted limit is 80, we’re fine.” We passed the cruiser at speed, and the cop didn’t even look at us as we rolled by. I can’t drive 55 either.
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Looks like highway 50 headed west into Pueblo CO.
Last time I made that trek I saw that the cop shop had pulled over a van. As I got closer I could see about 20 dark complexioned folks all wearing matching black outfits sitting just off the curb. There were three CO Hipos with one dude in handcuffs. He was probably the driver. The 20 had to have been stacked in that van like matches. That was under Biden so nothing probably happened other than the 20 got let loose. Today, they would get deported, I hope.
Drove through Idaho a few years ago. Beautiful rolling hills and farms. Our crew stayed in a cabin near some woods and we were told to have some bear spray with us. I only had my Glox 17. Probably only put a welt on the local Grizz. Nice folks there.
I have a question for you:if you rented the cabin were the owners of the cabin on site, or did you rent it from a third party? How close were other people? I have a cabin and a griz and would like to rent out my cabin 😉
What about trout, Anne? Ya got trout?
You know the river we are on–yes, indeed we have trout! Might not have water this summer . . .
How big is the cabin and how much is the rent?
I don’t think the cost was any worse than a hotel room. Maybe $125-150/night. Never saw any bears. Saw eagles though. There was a main round building in which you could rent small rooms that all had doors opening into a large center room. Outside there were a handful of cabins and our crew stayed there one or two nights.
This is the summer for repairing the cabin, but if you want to come and park an RV we have a nice place for a 35 ft +/-
IIRC, that’s I-84 heading down near Utah.
12ga slug or 45-70 is appropriate for Griz. Don’t forget moose either.
Advice is to file off front sight on your 45 … so it doesn’t hurt so much when the bear shoves it down your throat. In reality, Forest Service says 357 is minimum but bigger is recommended.
At ready, a Benelli 12ga autoloader with a 10 rd mag extension, slammed w/ 3-1/2″ titanium slugs.
On the hip, Desert Eagle .50 cal w/ 4 rd mag extension.
Other hip, Becker BK2 10″ razor for skinnin that fukker out and hacking off a #40 hind flank for the fire when I get home.
And that’ll get you time in the slammer at least, shooting grizz out of season. If you survive, you have to tell F&G, leave the scene and the body undisturbed, and they will go to the scene and decide if it’s justifiable ursucide.
Yeah, .357Mag is minimal they say, get the Buffalo Bore high-power cartridges for a better chance. I always wonder if I have what it takes to stand my ground on a charging bear and take good aim. “Fast is fine, but accuracy is final.” And “Slow is smooth, and smooth is fast.”
I bought a Ruger Blackhawk 3-screw in.357MAG, many years ago. I have hand loaded for it forever. Roll your own!
When I went to Alaska in 1980 I had a Blackhawk .357 w/ 4″ barrel on my hip – for running trap lines. Big ol’ Winchester model 71 strapped across my back. Still have that Winchester but traded the Ruger on something and wish I still had it.
John, suffice to say, life out here in rural reality doesn’t necessarily follow the designs of the political planners.
Some folks believe, and rightly so as far as I’m concerned, the squirrel in your front yard is yours to shoot as you see fit, and so is that 6 pt buck no matter what time of year.
If I’m driving my mule from the big house to the barn and Mr Grizz has taken to grazing between here and there he has one chance to get out of the way and the soft handed soys down town have nothing to say about it.
JAJJAJAA!!! Armed for T-Rex. Ghost doesn’t do ANYTHING half way.
Watch some charging bear vids on Youtube. The lumbering lummox performance we’re all familiar with is just an act they do for the Sat morning kiddy shows. Bears is overwhelming apex predators and it’s best to never forget it. Where my 20 mm gatling gun iz???
We visited Yellowstone and got a cabin for three nights, just outside the park. We drove all day and when we finally got to the cabin on the sound end of Yellowstone we stopped and as we stepped out, a cow moose stepped out of the woods within 10 yards of us. Didn’t even acknowledge us and kept on moving like it owned the place. In its mind, it probably did. Saw a really nice mule deer the next day when still-hunting minus a rifle. Inside the park were countless buffalo and some very large elk. We would like to go again and maybe do reconnaissance on the north end of the park next time.
One foot on the brake and one in your ass, hey
https://youtu.be/RvV3nn_de2k
In many places, speed limits are mere suggestions.
Only yesterday, I drove the darling Mrs. azlib to her lab appointment in north Phoenix. We joined what we refer to as the “101” at the “202”. The speed limit was 65, and we were a little later than Mrs. azlib was happy with, so I was cruising at 82. Nobody….but nobody….was doing appreciably less than that. A bit further north on our travels, the speed limit backed down to 55 in the construction zone, and the traffic might have pulled it back to 75.
I’ve had a couple of blowouts in my days. Carrying extra speed can change how those turn out.
I tell the youngsters these days, “Back in the days of the double nickel, …”. I must sound to them like gramps talking about walking a few miles to/from school uphill both ways rain, shine or snow.
When I’m by myself and the traffic permitting, I’ll go 80, and sometimes creep up to 90. But when there are others in the car, especially non-family, I dial it down to 70 or less and add more space between me and the cars ahead.
Just last month on a work trip, me and a few colleagues were driving down a long hill to the coast. It’s easy to get bunched up, and some joker filled in the gap and then of course slowed down. So I go around him to the right, and just as I came abreast he begins drifting into my lane. Some fast maneuvering and braking was required to prevent an accident and stay in control, it’s so easy to lose it going downhill at 80 mph with rapid unplanned movements. Well, I let him get ahead, gave him a surreptitious birdie just for my own peace of mind. He was an erratic driver, I should have seen it, I had a premonition, but it was only obvious after the close encounter. Sometimes I have to just watch another driver for a while to see how he handles his car before I decide what to do, distance is safety.
Werk sent me to LA last week and one day I drove to San Diego and back. I left very early on the way down and didn’t have much trouble with traffic. Driving back starting at 3PM was a goat screw. 80MPH one moment and getting passed, then dead stop. Creep along then tear assing, then stop. Ugh. I spent seven hours in the car driving that day and only two client visits. Got back to the hotel and had a tall glass of wine.