A Peregrinator Thread.

I'm pretty sure I pronounce it the way you're thinking. Ill-USS-tra-tiv.

Yep!

Yep. Not pretentious at all! :D

That and when they say Soup to Nuts.

People have not ended their dinner with nuts in almost 2000 years!!

I have clients coast to coast. It is amazing the differences in how people behave/negotiate in business situations. If I did not want to have to deal with people yelling I am stereotyping, I would list the difference in business from;

New York, to Chicago, to Texas, to the South, to Cali, to Jews, to Mormons, to the Japanese, to New England
 
The only bets I made last year were at the Charles town Million dollar night and my standard Pick 6 for the Breeder's cup.

I won big at charles town and wasn't even close for the pick 6.

I missed a Superfecta (4 in order) by my 3/4 horses reversing at the wire and coming in 4/3. That would have been a $20,000 ticket had they not been nags.

Gosh, I used to go to Chuck Town when in college. I remember it fondly as a place to donate money I could not afford to lose.

:rolleyes:
 
Gosh, I used to go to Chuck Town when in college. I remember it fondly as a place to donate money I could not afford to lose.

:rolleyes:

A day out at the races is loads of fun. I usually take a couple of hundred to lose, anything that comes back is a bonus.
 
A day out at the races is loads of fun. I usually take a couple of hundred to lose, anything that comes back is a bonus.

Exactly. Low expectations translates to happiness.
 
Exactly. Low expectations translates to happiness.

Lots of pubs in Britain used to run what was called a "Morning Drive". Meet at the pub at 7.00 am, have a pint, board the coach to Aintree or Ascot or wherever, stopping at other pubs that the landlord was mates with on the way. Pissed before we got to the course. Jolly boys outing.
 
OMG. We grew up in the same town, you know, just ... in a different place. :)

When I was very young, we had a milk cow. Fresh milk, butter, and cream! I can remember spooning thick, gloppy cream onto my Wheaties in the morning. :heart: Nothing in the world like the cream skimmed off a fresh batch of milk.

Later, after the cow died, we got our milk delivered in big, glass, one-gallon jars. I still remember my mom making butter from that fresh milk.

I hated the taste of "grocery store" milk. Still do, except I've found the organic milk tastes more like I remember milk is supposed to taste, so I splurge for the organic. To this day, I still drink milk with dinner. :eek:

My son will never know these things, but that's OK. Like you, I like where I live. It's nothing like where I grew up, but it's not bad. Besides, I'll teach him the things I learned, because really, who couldn't do with a few homestead survival skills?!

:)

In case anyone reading this gives a damn, I'm not even 40. I grew up in Wyoming. Yeah, it's still like that there. :heart:

I'm not yet 40 either, but not all of Illinois is like Chicago. I grew up in a little town in north-central Illinois that was a little industrial pocket surrounded by endless acres of farmland. Half my family is blue-collar union; the others are farmers.
 
Since it is bound to come up. The people are mostly hunting for the purpose of the chase or the ride. The hounds are hunting <full stop>

Some hounds hunt to kill and have the drive to push almost any fox to a kill, they are rarely successful as the fox is speedy and wily. Other hounds love to run and are just as happy to see the fox escape for another day.

If the fox goes to ground or climbs a tree to escape we end the chase and the fox lives. If he leaves the hunt territory or crosses onto closed land - he gets to live. The only foxes that die in an American foxhunt are those who for some reason fail to find an earth in which to hide and are then run until they fade and can be caught. We kill very few foxes as our territory is crossed by three major highways and a railroad which force us to stop hounds while the foxes can use culverts to escape. I believe that in the 2012-2013 season, the hounds killed 2 foxes - cubs not yet mature and which were caught away from their den-holes.

The same goes for the beagles. They can only catch a rabbit that attempts to take cover in a brush pile or makes a mistake in its run and turns back into the pack. We killed 2 this season while we left perhaps 30 alive in holes in the ground.

It sounds like a lot of fun. A bit like the tracking and stalking I do, with a camera instead of a firearm. I'd be routing for the fox every time, while pushing the horse to do the craziest shit I could get it to do.
 
Yep!

Yep. Not pretentious at all! :D

That and when they say Soup to Nuts.

People have not ended their dinner with nuts in almost 2000 years!!

I have clients coast to coast. It is amazing the differences in how people behave/negotiate in business situations. If I did not want to have to deal with people yelling I am stereotyping, I would list the difference in business from;

New York, to Chicago, to Texas, to the South, to Cali, to Jews, to Mormons, to the Japanese, to New England

Funny how to some people "correct" equals "pretentious." :smile:

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I don't think I've heard soup to nuts in a long time. Soup to ice cream would make more sense, though. Sounds awful.

I can imagine. In my travels I've had to learn some cultural norms myself. It's pretty fun being a Yankee in the South.
 
I never thought of that. You can just chop the barrel if you have breech issues. Huh.

I'd add fish to all that rabbit food. The oils will do you good.


Hi, lilwitch. How's the magical glittergirl tonight?

Not a breach issue. At one point some one added a front sight that is no longer there. Instead, there is a notch cut through the barrel where the sight was. Sense I don't want a hole in the too of my barrel I'm gonna cut it off.
 
Not a breach issue. At one point some one added a front sight that is no longer there. Instead, there is a notch cut through the barrel where the sight was. Sense I don't want a hole in the too of my barrel I'm gonna cut it off.
Ah, gotcha. Doesn't work so well as a muzzle break, huh?
 
Afternoon, Perg!

Hi there, you. I just had a little happy/irritating moment. Finished vacuuming the dining room and living room, started on the front hall and the vacuum died. Won't start again. So :) no vacuuming, but :rolleyes: need a new vacuum.

I can live with that.
 
Hi there, you. I just had a little happy/irritating moment. Finished vacuuming the dining room and living room, started on the front hall and the vacuum died. Won't start again. So :) no vacuuming, but :rolleyes: need a new vacuum.

I can live with that.

Is it a Dyson? Give it 10 minute, they have a weird cut out thingy.
 
Which reminds me of a Dave Barry column in which he writes about some guys who put hose-type vacuum cleaners at the end of long extension cords with their sucking ends in cans of gasoline and then plug them in at a distance, waiting for them to blow up.

I think this sounds like fun.
 
Filling treat bags and hiding eggs in 4 feet of snow made me smile today. Such a great group of kids I have to help.
 
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