Captain Jim

I had noticed the lack of coverage of our dear Patrick, but then I haven't had time to look through everyone's pictures yet. Keep in mind that there are more pyrates to photograph than ever and also, well Patrick, I hate to tell you this, but you're not a busty pyrate wench, either...

I once saw a photo of several, five or so, fast-draw champions pointing their guns at the camera. All of them reflected the light from the flash off the face of the breech. Don't piss off those guys...

I've been drinkin'...did you say "If the Foo sh*ts?"...what?

I hate to tell ye mate, but she's probably a better shot than you: look where the muzzles are pointed. If the breech plug on hers was polished I believe it would have reflected the flash.

Bo! I take a day from the Pub and see what happens? Capt Bo gets anotherd year older. Happy birthday, mate.

The spiked ones could also be used to spike the gun in case of retreat, thus depriving the enemy of another gun.

Gaah! Do you mean to say that they're breeding, too? Another generation that disrespects nature is not what we need.

Arrived yesterday. I'll try to post pictures tonight. Haven't tried em out yet.

Oh, Oh! Can I be in the Angry Mob? Hey, Bo, if its the guys from the meth lab, just rig a long slow match under the floor. No problem.

Happy birthday, Salty. Sorry I missed you down at PiP this year. Next for sure.

Damn, now I've got to make one of those, too. Curse you, Quartermaster James, Curse you!

From PiP 2002and the PiP website, Soleste:

Got a question, Bo; you said the wasted deer were all in the same area. Were they killed at approximately the same time of year, give or take a week? If so, you've got a pattern on your poacher. Hunt him next year (with a camera, silly, and/or a witness) and put the bastard away. See if the local DNR has a couple of trail cams to lend. Of course declaring war on a neighbor can be tricky...unless you give the credit to the DNR and make sure you don't have to testify openly, which is usually possible with DNR.

Happy birthday, mate.

Now this is why I love this place. For your edification, and mine, the spill plane: Lee Valley Tools.

Is there no end to the December pyrates? Technically I suppose she's really a merchant...No matter! Happy Birthday, Mistress Black!

Happy birthday, Mr. Bottles, from another rude, drunken, December Scot.

Cool, something else to add to my tinderbox. Now if I had known about this when I was employed at VHB I coutd have picked up all the sulphur I could use on the side of the road near one of our monitoring sites in Brandon. Seems chunks of the stuff fell off the trucks coming from the refinery. Pure, too.

Happy birthday, Mate.

Lady B, do you have writer's cramp yet, from signing all of these December Pyrates?

What's this? Not here two minutes and yer armin' the WENCHES?! Have ye not the idea about how that might turn out? Ye'd better have deep pockets and keep the rum flowin', mate. Oh, and welcome aboard!

And another Decemberite. Many returns, Mate, unless I really want a Badger hat...

Thanks, Bo, I'll take pictures as soon as it arrives.

They wanna fly but all they do is draw flies.

Happy birthday, ye scoundrel, sneakin' off to PiP without telling me, why I aughta...but I digress. Many returns, mate.