What things do you do for shooting money?

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What extra things do you do for shootin money other than your regular job? Me, I pickup unwanted nasty brass at the range that can't be reloaded and take it to the metal recyclers along with scrap aluminum.
 
Work 55-60 hours a week, use the 40 hour a week job to pay the bills and the extra jobs pay for gun stuff.

Just my .02,
LeonCarr
 
Selling plasma would cover 200 rounds of WWB of .45/week, maybe a little more. Too bad I'm afraid of needles.
 
Ummm , give in to the wife's lecherous desires ? I mean I could be doing better things with that time like fondling ..er cleaning guns .
 
sell my body, smuggle illegals...








kidding, I usually work 55 hours a week at my desk/shop job but have the opportunity to run some miles in a big rig to pick up as much as another $250 a week. might be running some real miles now that the CMP has 1903s.
 
For a little extra money to spend on guns/gun stuff. Build custom fishing rods, fly tying and custom work on guns. Paid for my new .45 LC :D .

Tried to sell the kids, ( I mean, they could find their way home) but for some stupid reason the state won't let me..... Ummmmm what if I called them
personal assistants ? :p
 
Work nights and weekends on off-duty security gigs. At $25 an hour, a 10 hour shift at an Arkansas Razorback game gets me enough money to buy a case of ammo, plus I get to watch most of the game. :D
 
Call back money. I love on call pay and if I get called in I get 2 hrs. guaranteed... It used to be guaranteed overtime before I was changed to exempt status. Still, it buys bullets. Got the raise to go with it at least. :)
 
Got rid of my wife many years ago. My kids are grown and doing well. I only date financially stable women.
 
I spin wrenches on the side in my garage. I use to work as a mechanic and do a few odd jobs a month for friends, family, and folks that get refered to me. Mostly little stuff like brake work, starters, tune ups and such. It funds my gun purchases, ammo, range time, and of course my taste in scotch and vodka (I am a big time booze snob).
 
sacp81170a, I hate you!

Well, HATE may be a little strong, but I am insanely jealous! Suppose I could try to get security gig for the games in War Memorial, but the best team they're playing in LR next year is Our Lady of the Weak & Infirmed or something like that. Oh, well. What do I do for extra gun money? Ask all the lonely houswives in Little Ro...oh, hey honey! Nothing, just typing....:evil:
 
I do what you all WISH you could do.

I play in a rock & roll band. Nice work, if you can get it.
 
Praire Rat Control

Don't shoot all that much nowadasy, but 240 moons ago I shot a lot, and the farmers around the Lafayette, Louisville, and Superior areas here in Colorado used to pay me to thin out their Prairie Rats. Just the cost of reloading components.

What the heck, I'm not greedy.

Funny story about that...

There was a ten or so acre Prairie Rat colony just off Iris Street in Boulder in those days, and all the Boulderites used to show off the Prairie Rats to their visiting eastern relatives. Darned things were almost tame, and all the visiting city slickers used to ooo and aaa over the "cute" little pests. (You ain't lived until some of your livestock got injured in one of the adorable little creatures' holes.)

So anyhow, the news got out that the parcel of land was going to be devloped into a little shopping mall, and of course all the do-gooders got together to "rescue' the Vermin, and there was a big deal in the Boulder Daily Camera that went on for about a week about how they had hired one of those humane foam-pumping outfits to foam the Rats out of their holes, and there was a front-page picture of one of the animal control Officers holding a wet scruffy little Rat, smiling all to heck and putting it into one of the cages for relocation.

Well, you guessed it. The "relocation" area was a parcel of land owned by the Colorado Department of Transportation along Highway 36...

..which bordered one of my farmer's land.

Well, that Friday night I got a frantic call from my farmer buddy which more or less went, with expletives translated into the usual symbols, "230RN! How much ^%c(*^& ammo do you have?"

Jeez, I don't know, Mike. What's up?"

"Those &*%&&amn idiots are out there putting those (&*&&^ing prairie dogs out by the highway and they're running all over my (**^%((*ing pasture! Can you get out here this weekend?"

Well. Of course, after all that Doing of Good by Transplanting Cute Little Prairie Rats To The Highway Right Of Way, there I was all that weekend busting those which wandered onto Mike's land with my .223 varmint rifle.

It was my Prairie Rat Paradise for two whole days!

Oh, if all those Doers Of Good had known that!

Mike paid me well a week later with one of the best barbecues I ever sat down to.

What the heck, I'm not greedy.
 
I Beg?

Not really. Much.

I simply curb my "dining out" for lunch, and pick up a box or two a week.

Occasionally I'll call the wife with, "yo, Dear, they're selling Federal red box .223 for $5/box."
And she will ask, "how many do we need?"

On the whole, though, I simply skip lunch or do bagel de la PB&H* at my desk.

*(peanut butter & honey)
 
Re--What things do you do for shooting money?

I hand tie tug toys for dogs out of polypropylene rope, monkey paws with a braided handle and overhand knot to finish. The trouble is that Wifey and I are involved in a couple of canine groups and I seem to donate a lot more of the proceeds then expected. Last summer a dog needed knee surgery and some nitwit offered to donate all profits to the dog. I could have bought a Kimber Eclipse with the profits. I would ask Wifey to kick me over that one but she would enjoy it and was more than happy to watch me stress tendons tying the knots.

You should see the markup on these things from the cost of rope.
}:)>
 
Me, I teach a couple of CCW classes per month on the side...but mostly, I feed myself like a rabbit on cheap salad-in-a-bag and generic-label chunky canned soup.
 
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