The feud between Gov. Mark Gordon and Secretary of State Chuck Gray boiled over Thursday when Gordon asked Gray, “Do you want to step outside” near the end of a marathon Wyoming Board of Land Commissioners meeting in Douglas.
Citizen Disarmament Flourishes in Blue State Colorado
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I have a strategy in place. To all questions, “I plead the 5th”. “I don’t agree to any searches”. “I won’t have any conversation without counsel present”.
I’m generally pro law enforcement and don’t want to make officers jobs any harder. That said, I’m protecting my ass first.
Car Story
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He was a 5’ something Los Angeles kid who became the first modern era black World Champion Bull Rider in 1982. He and Little Hitler, who spent years riding bulls, were friends. Charles had a long term gig with Wrangler clothing but decided to try selling cars. After floundering for a couple of weeks, he asked my help and I started training him in the “Tank” way.
Among used trucks, Kias, and used cars we sold stock and utility trailers. We had a 40’ tilt bed gooseneck trailer with a truck on it, tilted, out front one winter and we needed to clear snow. The trailer had a wood deck but metal over the wheels. I stepped on the metal and feel off on my ass. Charles found this amusing until he did the same.
After that I enjoyed pulling his chain with, “Yeah, Charles and I both got bucked off at the same event, but I had the tougher draw”.
Charles lost an ear in Reno when a bull stepped on his head and had two prosthetic ears. One was darker for summer time. He and Sisty were good friends and she enjoyed telling him when it was time to change ears. One time when she was on her way to Reno to see her daughter and grand kids, she asked him if he wanted her to look for his ear.
Fame can be a burden. Charles learned quickly how to sell cars. His problem was people stopping just to meet him who didn’t have the means to buy anything.
Many people called him Charlie, which he tolerated. I called him Charles, which he preferred.
As always, YMMV
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Sold a couple projects down below the gnat line in south Georgia. Superintendent hired a local boy who depended on others for transportation because he'd got a DWI on his horse. The boys were tired of local cops hassling them for drinking and driving so switched to horses and the cops were not amused when it took 'em several weeks to notice what the boys were up to, and this guy was the first they arrested after they figured it out and were looking to make an example out of him. Cop said, get down off that horse, boy, and the guy said, you want me off this horse, come get me. Not particularly bright........but anyway the cop reached for the horse's bridal and the horse reared up so by the time it was over the charges included, but were not limited to, DUI, drunk in public, resisting arrest, assault on an orificer, animal endangerment and a bunch of other stuff. The guy ran his mouth about stacking the charges, so they took him in back of the po-lease station and beat the snot out of him. Then kept him in jail for a couple weeks till the bruises went down far enough to get him in front of the judge. Habeas corpus, what's that? Remember the movie Macon County Line? That's where this was. True story.
Law enforcement in the south! Saratoga, WY back in the day hired Uncle Ray as Town Marshall. You didn't realize how big he was until he turned slightly sideways to go through a door. He had a 400 lb drunk just sit down on the sidewalk and refuse to move. Uncle Ray tied a lariat around the drunk, snubbed the lariat to his car, and drove to jail.
Looks like some of those folks are 'waking up' to the wind issues... Re guns 'collaboration and trust' doesn't seem to be a two-way street... ever... The car story is funny too!
You in a heap of trouble, boy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Az_gECAGXvE
Wind farms in Wyoming on private land are much like oil field leases with a fair amount of buyer's remorse and/or pissed off neighbors.
Heap of trouble. Had a 1963 Ford Galaxy 300 with a heater - only accessory. Under the hood was a 427cu V-8, dual carbs, and a 4 speed trans. Allegedly clocked at 151 mph on an unfinished section of I-76. Beat the ticket because it took them an hour to find me. "Officer, you observed a white car at 1am. Did you get a license plate number?"
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