Personally, with most mufflers, i see no reason to close the stock port, just enlarge it and add another if needed. I've measured all mine as I.D., rather than outer.
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Marky Mark
Hell's Kitchen Trapper
After walking Ben thru a virus I promised him a picture of my trip. Here's yours truley with a Beretta 391 opti with a few of my new friends. These birds do millions of dollars damage to the crops in Uruguay.
Marky Mark
Hell's Kitchen Trapper
Here's a few birds there was so many it's hard to pick one out to shoot. These birds will fly all day like this, I only shot 32 cases this trip I was down from 49 my last time down. Well time to book another trip.
Gypo Logger
Timber Baron
Hey Barky, did you see any good timber there or run into any woodticks?
John
John
Marky Mark
Hell's Kitchen Trapper
John in the area I was in they grow and manage Ukoliptus tree's here's a shot of an area. most of the big timber was north of us. The saws on the Estanza were 090 and 085. If I look in my garage I see a few 090's right now. Here's loop hole explaining that there were just to many birds and he couldn't pick one out to shoot. Sure beats shooting clay targets.
Oregon_Rob
ArboristSite Guru
Here's my poison.
Gypo Logger
Timber Baron
Hi Barky, glad you had a good trip. It's a real adventure to travel to distance places.
However, what's the big idea shooting Urugauy's State bird- the Duckbilled Parrot?
Anyway, glad you brought back a few clubs with you.
John
However, what's the big idea shooting Urugauy's State bird- the Duckbilled Parrot?
Anyway, glad you brought back a few clubs with you.
John
Gypo Logger
Timber Baron
Hi Barky, how did the Africa hunt go? Did you get any Wildibeast?
Remember, if it flies, it dies.
Mark, just between you, I, and the fence post, Cahoon is getting pretty seized about not getting the Jerky Boy's CD, so I thought I would just diplomaticly convey that message so you wouldn't end up with a pot knot on your head so big that it would need it's own social security #.
Peace,
John
Remember, if it flies, it dies.
Mark, just between you, I, and the fence post, Cahoon is getting pretty seized about not getting the Jerky Boy's CD, so I thought I would just diplomaticly convey that message so you wouldn't end up with a pot knot on your head so big that it would need it's own social security #.
Peace,
John
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Gypo Logger
Timber Baron
Hi Barky, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings about the Wildibeast and all.
John
Grey Gull
'Twas on an iron, icy day
I saw a pirate gull down-plane,
And hover in a wistful way
Nigh where my chickens picked their grain.
An outcast gull, so grey and old,
Withered of leg I watched it hop,
By hunger goaded and by cold,
To where each fowl full-filled its crop.
They hospitably welcomed it,
And at the food rack gave it place;
It ate and ate, it preened a bit,
By way of gratitude and grace.
It parleyed with my barnyard cock,
Then resolutely winged away;
But I am fey in feather talk,
And this is what I heard it say:
"I know that you and all your tribe
Are shielded warm and fenced from fear;
With food and comfort you would bribe
My weary wings to linger here.
An outlaw scarred and leather-lean,
I battle with the winds of woe:
You think me scaly and unclean...
And yet my soul you do not know,
"I storm the golden gates of day,
I wing the silver lanes of night;
I plumb the deep for finny prey,
On wave I sleep in tempest height.
Conceived was I by sea and sky,
Their elements are fused in me;
Of brigand birds that float and fly
I am the freest of the free.
"From peak to plain, from palm to pine
I coast creation at my will;
The chartless solitudes are mine,
And no one seeks to do me ill.
Until some cauldron of the sea
Shall gulp for me and I shall cease...
Oh I have lived enormously
And I shall have prodigious peace."
With yellow bill and beady eye
This spoke, I think, that old grey gull;
And as I watched it Southward fly
Life seemed to be a-sudden dull.
For I have often held this thought -
If I could change this mouldy me,
By heaven! I would choose the lot,
Of all the gypsy birds, to be
A gull that spans the spacious sea.
John
Grey Gull
'Twas on an iron, icy day
I saw a pirate gull down-plane,
And hover in a wistful way
Nigh where my chickens picked their grain.
An outcast gull, so grey and old,
Withered of leg I watched it hop,
By hunger goaded and by cold,
To where each fowl full-filled its crop.
They hospitably welcomed it,
And at the food rack gave it place;
It ate and ate, it preened a bit,
By way of gratitude and grace.
It parleyed with my barnyard cock,
Then resolutely winged away;
But I am fey in feather talk,
And this is what I heard it say:
"I know that you and all your tribe
Are shielded warm and fenced from fear;
With food and comfort you would bribe
My weary wings to linger here.
An outlaw scarred and leather-lean,
I battle with the winds of woe:
You think me scaly and unclean...
And yet my soul you do not know,
"I storm the golden gates of day,
I wing the silver lanes of night;
I plumb the deep for finny prey,
On wave I sleep in tempest height.
Conceived was I by sea and sky,
Their elements are fused in me;
Of brigand birds that float and fly
I am the freest of the free.
"From peak to plain, from palm to pine
I coast creation at my will;
The chartless solitudes are mine,
And no one seeks to do me ill.
Until some cauldron of the sea
Shall gulp for me and I shall cease...
Oh I have lived enormously
And I shall have prodigious peace."
With yellow bill and beady eye
This spoke, I think, that old grey gull;
And as I watched it Southward fly
Life seemed to be a-sudden dull.
For I have often held this thought -
If I could change this mouldy me,
By heaven! I would choose the lot,
Of all the gypsy birds, to be
A gull that spans the spacious sea.
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