Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Pick a weather pattern and stick with it!

So far, the zomg snow! that they were predicting last night and this morning has not happened. Instead we got snow this morning followed by more snow this afternoon. And before, they were saying no snow tomorrow. Now they're saying yes snow tomorrow. And maybe more snow this weekend, too.

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

Snow=bears of Yankeeland.

Shootin' Buddy

Rev. Paul said...

We Alaskans took a vote & decided to share winter with the Lower 48. You don't have to thank us. ;^)

Carteach0 said...

Thats why they are called 'weather guessers'.

DaddyBear said...

Oh the weather outside is frightful...

We got about 5 inches down here in Louisville. They're not calling for more tonight, but as always, that's a semi-informed guess.

Jake (formerly Riposte3) said...

It needs to at least stop long enough for what's already fallen to melt - it's about to collapse my backyard patio, and I can't even put down a ladder to get up and clear the snow off the roof, much less fix it! And there's more coming down as I write this.

Frank W. James said...

Well, we didn't get THAT much on Round 2, but the wind tonight is coming out of Turn 4 like its turbo-charger is running full boost, so it doesn't matter we only got a couple of inches today (I thought it was another dud, but obviously I was wrong), it's going to be a mess at dawn tomorrow.

Glad I left the box scraper tractor's block heater plugged in...

All The Best,
Frank W. James

Anonymous said...

Well, there's always a bright side (easy for me to say from Fla)...

They've shut down D.C. and sent the c-critters home so nothing (including us) will be getting "done" for a while. So sorry, Tam and Co., but...

Let it SNOW, let it SNOW, let it SNOW!!!

AT

Skip said...

Anytime DC is shut down is a good thing.
Sorry ladies 'bout Indy, but look at the sh*t they can't do to us for a few days.

Jim Sullivan said...

Hey, it looks like all of our snow this year was wrongly delivered down to you guys in the south. Just so you know, we don't need it back.

But seriously. TV meteorologists remind me of the Ted Williams quote:
"Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good performer."

He forgot about weathermen.

Lawyer said...

Not to be ungrateful, but it looks like some of your stuff landed here instead. About 8 inches. I appreciate it (sort of), but you should really keep it, next time. We've got nowhere to put it.

Noah D said...

What's the difference between meteorologists and economists?

Meteorologists can agree on what happened yesterday.

Practical Gun Review said...

my area didn't get near the snow they predicted. they were way off.

Anonymous said...

Come, now, this is fabulous opportunity to practice shooting under adverse conditions.

I particulary recommend:
A. The "g_d_d_ammit I lost the gun the snow" drill. (Black guns are much appreciated over metallic silver ones in this drill.Esp. in low light.)

B. The H_ly Sh_t my hand has frozen tothe exposed metal and it REALLY HURTS. (I suggest warm water, you can always dry the gun after.)

C. Prone shots in 2ft of powder. Known as "the UBoat commander" It's delicious to get cold snow doen your clothes as you try to aim.

D. Lubrication acts as glue at -XdegC is well know for it's entertaining features too. (Common, return to battery, please...)

E. "How the heck can I get the gun out of the parka in under 30secs" drill is perennially popular too.


You'll reading Canadian Field Manuals and scanning old picture of the Russo Finnish winter war and wondering how they did it, in short order.

Ed Foster said...

Hey Anonymous. Picture yours truly hanging on the side of a very steep, snow covered hill in Vermont (is that redundant?) when a choclate brown, fat little 6 pointer smiles at me from a bush 20yards away.

Poping up to a shaky stand, I try to get the Schmidt-Rubin carbine off my sholders, where it has been hanging, Pancho Villa style, diagonally across my chest, to keep it from falling off my shoulder while I climbed.

Ass over tea kettle down the slope, more or less in the direction the deer has taken, albeit more gracefully than I.

Braking to a halt at the edge of a thicket where said deer is now nervously twitching, I realize the barrel is packed with snow, and I don't have a cleaning rod on me.

Had I been packing my .45, I could have bagged him one-handed at the top of the hill, the second time my lack of a sidearm has cost me venison.