if i could have SANTA bring me
 

i would have him bring me a new parker in b grade and it would have to be a 8 ga with 40 inch barrels and 4 inch chambers...what a turkey gun i m gona have when SANTA comes... now what do you want SANTA to bring you... charlie

Charlie beat me to a Parker 8 gauge. How about a bill from Congress legalizing 8 gauges for duck hunting again?

Santa might be afraid of how high you could deer hunt with that one Charlie

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That is pretty good Charlie but I would get a CH 8 gauge with Bernard steel. Imagine that Bernard pattern on an 8 gauge.

I'd like something simple & modest like 410 AAHE on a 0000 frame.

I'd be happy to unwrap a GH 16ga. Even better a 16ga. G hammer gun. Although, I wouldn't be unhappy with a 12ga. G hammer gun.

Santa is bringing me a back action lifter

Charlie: I would settle for a really well used VH 20 ga. But I would like it to have been used by Annie Oakley. Thomas

500 acres of flat land and 50 coveys of Quail and bring Ole Spanky Jr or Scooter back. 50 birds to the covey will do for the rest of the season. Wild birds only. Oh yes and don't forget a truck load of 12 gauge shells in No 6 1oz shot. My old vh will do me from here on out. That's is not too much is it? Merry Christmas to All. Gerald

How about Peace on Earth and goodwill toward man??? Peace could be administered by any hammergun grade 4 and above. In reality there are no guns I desire at the moment as I have bigger plans in the very near future.

I had asked santa for a 50 BMG and a new cheese slicer (mine broke). The fifty is on its way and will be here Friday (to heavy for santa's slay so Ups is delivering it). I didn't get the cheese slicer. Must have been a little to much to ask.

Wayne what in the world will you do with a 50BMG? A pocket full of ammo will weigh you down:)

I was told that you can kill chevy's with it. The seller probably doesn't like GM products.

New unopened box of 4" black powder 8 ga shells so I could go turkey hunting with my pal Charlie.

Santa is actually bringing me two vintage 8 gauge shells, but that does not really count.

How about a new line of 8 gauge shells from RST?

I'd love to get the winter issue of the Parker Pages.

Edgar,
How did you and I get on the naughty list?:rolleyes:

Larry, all I have to do is wake up, and I piss someone off.

Guys...You really want to explain here how you got on the list!.....:rolleyes:
BTW Terry I enjoyed your article on Parker vises.

I had to email mary and I just recived the autumn issue. Is the winter issue out?

I really can't imagine how you got your copy. If anyone deserves to be on the list, it's you!

Wayne, it's out for the chosen ones; guys like Stosh Suponski.

Its out, read & recycled.

Waddaya mean recycled??? You throw Parker Pages out?? They're extremely valuable ya know! Collector's items even...

I would be satisfied with a CHE twenty-eight bore with a skeleton buttplate on a straight grip stock (light colored French walnut please), fully checkered forend, twenty-eight inch Bernard barrels, no safety, twin ivories choked cyl & mod, roundelle engraved with flighting woodcock on the left and a flushing cock grouse on the right.

Oh, and high original condition in its original, nearly mint, trunk case.....

Somebody pinch me please!!!!!!!

Dose one of them even exist.

Parkers - The stuff dreams are made of... ;)

It's really a pretty simple wish, 12ga AA Hammer gun in any condition, but a for real wish I wish everyone a wonderful Xmas and a great New Year and good health something us grey beards need! Gary

Dean I have to hand it to you when you dream you dream BIG:rotf:
I do have something close to what your looking for if your VERY,VERY good. CHE, Rondelle engraveing, straight stock, 28inch Bernard ejector barrels.

I can't come up with a gun I want let alone need....it's a damn shame I say:banghead:

A nice little Trojan, ten gauge, short chambered, light 29" Trojan Steel barrels with no extension, about 3-12, with twin ivories on a flat rib, choked about .010 and .025, straight grip, straight grain English walnut with a fairly simple checkering patten, skeleton butt, about 7 1/4 pounds. Cased in a simple VC style case with room for about four boxes of RST 1 1/8 ounce sixes.

For me it's finding that 16 gauge Damascus ejector 0 frame 30" barrel to fit on my A grade so I can make it complete as it was born, AHE 16 ga with 30" Damascus ejector barrels. That's all I want plus to wish everyone a Happy Holiday. Eric

Ive had a revelation. IF Santa could bring me something it would be a snow blower:shock: I have just finished shoveling the driveway again and have been enjoying my morning coffee with 800mg of Motrin and a heating pad:eek: it's amazing one can work up a sweat at a balmy 2 degrees:banghead:

Keep at it Rich.... It'll keep you young.

As they say - "At our age, anything that doesn't kill us makes us stronger."

Ya,...right!

No thanks, Iv'e worked to long and to hard at becoming old and crusty:rotf:

Hang in there. Global warming may take care of the problem for you. Than you wont have to waist your wish on a snow blower and you can wish for another parker.

I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. This was posted on another Forum with thanks to Tom Carter and Dr. Drew Hause


The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "It’s really all right."

"I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.
It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me."

"My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am."

"I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile."
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat."

"I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."


LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq
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Thomas THANK YOU for sharing that. We must NEVER forget our brave men and women who fight for our freedoms every day and give up their time with family and all to often give us the ultimate sacrifice in the name of freedom.

Charlie: I didn't mean to hi jack your tread. Thomas

Thomas,

I think you put the frosting on this cake!

Mark

Charlie: I see that I misspelled Thread but you will have to forgive me for my Norwiegen starts to take over. I learned that from my dad. the measurement thirty three and a third was pronounced tirty tree and a tird. Uff Da Thomas

I have heard that accent growing up. My grandfather came here to the USA from Sweden at the age 16 who could not utter a single word of English. Swedes could not pronounce the letters TH either...

"Okay tden" was something he would commonly say when finishing a conversation.