Since I really don't know anything about either of those rods, I'll defer to your knowledge and say, sounds great.
That's what we're supposed to do, and it all comes back around.
Aren't you supposed to use it to light the woodstove.
Nice little pack.
Yeah this stuff is great, from old logged red fir stumps. No newspaper needed.
Pretty cool.
Yep, more or less sealed up. The big door has some cheap Amazon self adhesive door seal flap stuff on it. Actually works better then I thought it would, for as cheap as it is. Insulation is more or less as good as it's getting for this winter. I'd like to add more everywhere, but I think the ceiling is going to take priority for getting a second layer first.
I use a little torch to start my fires too. Even have a special little hole to stick it in, in the house furnace where I don't have to hold it lol.
3” 12 gauge, 3 1/2” 10 gauge makes the 12 look like a pea shooter , lolGoose hunting with my best friend tomorrow morning
Anyone have any recipes??
I sent the new camo pic to my pal, he said “don’t forget socks and boots”
Half tempted to bring my boy Gunner, I really think he’d do well!
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You just made all my shot guns feel inadequate.....
Your story brings back old memories of our giant 33 pound long haired Dachshund we owned back in the 1980's into the 90's. She too was never trained to hunt. We bought her when she was a puppy. One morning I came home from my 3rd shift job and decided to go bird hunting. My wife asked if I was taking the dog with me. I laughed and said NO, she is not a bird dog. I grabbed my shotgun to head out back and the dog went ballistic. She was barking and running around our kitchen and dining room like a nut. My wife and I were shocked. I took the dog out back and came back empty handed. She wouldn't stay close and was pushing Grouse out way too far ahead of me. The next day we went out and she stayed close. We came home with 2 Grouse. She found both of them after I shot them. She dropped them at my feet. The next time we went out I sat her down at the edge of a thicket and told her to stay. I went around the other side and yelled at her to fetch the birdies. I could hear her going back and forth. Two Grouse came out right at me. I dropped both of them. We hunted for around 10 years like that. She always got the innards when I field stripped them. Our first day out each season was a waste of time as she was too hyped up to listen. After that she would settle down and get down to business. One day I shot a pheasant. She went to pick it up and the Pheasant pecked her in the face. My dog ripped its head right off. Then she picked up the bird and carried it over to me. I had to stop hunting with her due to an over excited kidney from way too much exercise. After she passed I tried to find another giant Dachshund. The breeder had stopped raising them and we couldn't find one anywhere near us. We never did find a dog to replace her talents. Our pure bred Chocolate Lad Sporter that we had to put down a few years ago had no intentions or inklings to hunt anything. She wouldn't even chase a rabbit, squirrel, chipmunk or bird in our yard. I'm not sure if I want to try the new puppy at hunting. If he has the same excitement as our Dachshund had when she saw my shotgun I'll give him a try at it.
You are a good man Matt.
I can say you are 100% correct in this. At my work a number of the supervisors/managers take their jobs way too seriously/personally to the point they "live to work" and only think or worry about work to the point where they are having health issues as posted about earlier or are hard to deal with and have no outlet. Many times I've said at work "this place isn't worth killing yourself for it" but I'm also dealing with people that this is the only place they've worked at ever or have been there for years (it's located in a small town of about 800 people in a rural area). Thankfully my position at work I can (to a point) choose how much I want to interact with other people or who I interact with at work which is nice because I can avoid the ones I don't want to be around. One time I was told my "I don't care" attitude wasn't a good one I replied with "as long as the person who signs my paycheck (the company owner) thinks I'm doing a good job that's the only opinion that matters". At work I try to get along with as many as I can but there's some I've let them know the best way I can I don't care for them and let's just do the "leave each other alone" thing.
However, it's Stihl no Stihl! 
Good on ya Matt!
That drill index is like my father’s… he had a set of number bits and a set of fractional bits. They are about 70 years old now. I saw them recently in the shop.
