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Post by iamnobody on Jun 3, 2023 4:40:00 GMT -6
Jason's Story
Jason was born into a family as an only child. His parents lived in a medium size town and he went to a public school. At age 15 when he entered 10th grade, he already knew he didn't want to go to college. He had already seen people graduate from college with degrees and not be able to find a job in what they had studied for, but yet they had $40-80,000 in student loans to pay for.
So he started to take the “trades” curriculum in high school, attending wood shop and metal shop courses. He scored high and his teachers recommended him to several trade schools. Upon graduation he got a job in the local food warehouse for a paycheck while he attended advanced trade courses in metal work and some wood working classes. He liked the metal trade courses, they had so much better machines and a lot of CNC lathes. He paid attention and studied hard, not out partying with the other students after school. He was working at the warehouse Fri, Sat, Sun, Mon evenings for a 40 hour work week. That paid for his trade school classes plus he was saving money. He continued attending the church where his family had always went. His dad and mom weren't interested in the sermon, they only went for the social networking that went on there.
His parents were disappointed that he didn't want college and a corporate job of 70 hours a week. But Jason stayed firm and stuck to his plan. His maternal grandparents lived on the west coast in California. He had only seen them 6 times in his life when the family flew out to visit them. He hated it every time. They were so liberal and big city mentality that it was hard to have a conversation with them, now he knew where his mom had got her ideas from. His paternal grandparents lived on a small hobby farm tucked up against a State park. His mom hated going there but Jason loved it. But in the end, his mom won out. She wouldn't allow her husband to visit the yucky farm and the grandparents had to come visit them in the town. Their visits became sporadic.
When he was age 18 he met a new girl, Rita, at church who had just moved there. She was his age. Her and her family had moved into the area from California. Her parents were working for the same corporation that his parents did. Jason and Rita started talking and hanging out. Then after a few months they started officially dating as a committed couple. They had “the talk” and both said they were virgins and would stay that way until marriage. They both agreed to hugging and kissing but no sex. They got engaged at age 20 and were making wedding plans. Jason wanted a small no frills wedding but she wanted bigger and with both sets of parents splitting the bill, he went along with it.
Jason continued his work at the warehouse while she worked at a bank. He made 2X the wage she did but the parents thought she had a higher status because of working at a bank. He continued with his studies and was taking some online courses in gunsmithing. He had developed a taste for guns from his paternal grandparents before they were shoved out of his life. When he had become an adult, he had started regularly visiting them again on their farm. His mom hated that and was always trying to schedule family things on days he went visiting, trying to stop him from going. His mom tried guilt tripping him because he missed family events to go visit those farm hicks. But it didn't work and he continued going to visit.
He liked visiting them, theirs was a slower pace of life, not the fast pace, rat race of the corporate world that his parents had. He shot the rifles his grand dad had, tended livestock and helped in the fields and garden. At night he laid out on a sleeping cot, looking up at the stars and listening to the whippoorwills and crickets. Often he talked for hours with them about life in general. It was like he stepped into a whole another world.
Jason and Rita were also spending their time together. Time out at the local family restaurants eating and talking. They spent time out on the lake in her parents row boat, just dangling their feet in the water. And many nights strolling in the moonlight holding hands. With him having Tues, Wed and Thurs nights off from work, there were less people out at the places they went.
Their wedding was scheduled for summer, Rita wanted to be a June bride. The honeymoon was a trip to France. He wasn't interested but his wife to be was thrilled so he would try to enjoy France. Maybe he could have French Toast in the mornings while they were there. Rita along with both sets of parents were doing all the planning and work. Sometimes Jason felt like the odd man out and just along for the ride. But he was the groom and in the near future would be the husband. He was saving money from his work at the warehouse for a down payment on a house.
A week before the wedding, with a twinkle in her eyes, Rita showed him a Victoria's Secret outfit that she bought and said she would be wearing it for their wedding night. He was looking forward to that but was trying not to dwell on how good she would look in it. After all, he wanted to be able to sleep at night and not lay awake thinking of his 1st night with her.
The wedding day finally arrived. He was standing near the preacher, trying not to fidget as he felt uncomfortable in his monkey suit, aka as a tuxedo. He was thinking the person that invented the tuxedo must of loved torturing men. He looked out over the crowd of people in attendance. He saw both sets of parents, all 4 sets of grandparents, friends and acquaintances from both his and Rita's side. There had to of been 400 people in attendance. So much for a small, simple wedding. Then the music started and he saw the vision of loveliness of Rita walking down the aisle to him. She was so beautiful. His heart started beating faster and it felt like it was going to soar away, because soon she would be his wife. She joined him and the ceremony started. The preacher got towards the end of the ceremony and made the standard statement “if any person knows of any reason why this man and woman should not get married, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”
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Post by sniper69 on Jun 3, 2023 5:31:03 GMT -6
Oh a good start with what looks to already be an interesting cliff.
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Post by danielsga01 on Jun 3, 2023 9:10:18 GMT -6
yes, the next chapter should be interesting.
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Post by 223shootersc on Jun 3, 2023 16:29:02 GMT -6
I am guessing the word 'Ho' is about to be used! Thanks for the hard work!
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Post by feralferret on Jun 3, 2023 17:25:07 GMT -6
Good start. The first cliff has arrived.
Thanks.
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Post by kansasterri on Jun 3, 2023 20:29:41 GMT -6
Good start. The first cliff has arrived. Thanks. Yup!
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 5, 2023 6:40:22 GMT -6
A man stood up and said she was his woman. Rita with a fearful look on her face, screamed that he was lying. Jason turned and faced the man that had spoke. Jason was 6 feet tall and muscled from his job as a food warehouse worker, lifting 1,000s of pounds of food every shift. The man who spoke up was smaller at 5ft 5 inches tall and weighing about 300 pounds. The top of his head was bald with just some wisps of hair along the sides. Jason recognized him as a banker from the place Rita worked at. In fact he was the President of the bank for decades. He was rich, owned a big expensive mansion, drove a new Porsche and was age 65.
Looking at Rita, he saw her face was pale and white. He then turned back to the banker and told him that if he couldn't prove his claim, he was going to use the man's face to clean every square inch of the church's carpeted floor for besmirching his wife to be reputation . But if he could prove his claim, he could have Rita. The man pulled out his cell phone and Rita was screaming it was photo shopped before the man could show Jason anything. She was pulling at Jason's arm, sobbing to ignore that old man and get married.
The man showed Jason a short video of Rita wearing the Victoria Secret outfit she had bought for him for their wedding night, her engagement ring very visible and her and the man then having sex. She kept calling him “daddy” and the sight of her having sex with an old overweight bald man was something he would never be able to forget. He knew he would be scarred for life by that video. You couldn't tell where the “old man wrinkles” ended and the “jelly rolls” started. And she had a thrilled look on her face.
Grabbing Rita by the arm, Jason dragged her to the man and said “here she is” as Rita screamed it was only a 1 time mistake, they could work thru this. He asked the banker how long this had been going on and was told 18 months, so basically the whole time that Jason had been together as a couple with Rita. Jason told her that a mistake was when you accidentally grabbed salt instead of sugar to bake a cake. But when you purposely use salt instead of sugar, it was intentional. She intentionally laid down with the banker many times. Jason continued walking out of the church building. He guessed the saying was true about bankers always ending up with everything. As Jason walked out, Rita's parents were screaming they were going to sue him for breaking the marriage promise to their daughter, while his own mother was screaming that he wasn't a man if he didn't forgive her and work through this little issue. As Jason walked out the church door, his booming laughter filled the room. His paternal grandparents were right behind him.
At home, his life was miserable because of his mom. She was on him constantly about him giving up without even fighting for Rita. His thoughts were “fight for her?, she chose to be with another man during most of their so called committed relationship, there was nothing to fight for.” Rita kept calling him several times a day, alternating between saying she was sorry and begging for forgiveness; and the next time she was cursing him for ruining her wedding.
Jason got fed up and moved to his paternal grandparents place. He kept his warehouse job and traveled the 1 hour trip each way each day or sometimes just slept in his car. He helped out around the farm and saved money for more schooling. He started taking Armorer gunsmith classes from different top name gun companies. He studied hard and made a reputation of being very good. He saved as much money as he could, as his goal was to open his own gun shop on acreage that he owned.
He was able to get his Federal Firearms License (FFL) license because of attending the different Armorer classes and the glowing references they gave. Living at his grandparents place, word slowly spread about his talent. Local neighbors brought their guns in with problems and he fixed them. A lot of the problems were caused by lack of cleaning. Policemen brought their personal guns to him to fix them. Then he was invited to officially repair the department guns. A few US Special Forces guys visited family in the area and while playing with their personal guns kept at their parents home, one of them had a problem that they couldn't figure out so they brought the gun to Jason. It was one of the military's latest and greatest weapons. Jason looked at the soldier with a raised eyebrow, and the soldier said they were field evaluating it. Then went on to say that type of gun was always having the same problem and none of their armorer people could find the solution.
There were 4 of them and they were standing around talking with Jason as he cleared the weapon, then started breaking it down on his work table. He had them describe the problem in detail as he was examining it under a large bench mounted magnifying glass. He looked for a hour at how the parts interacted while keeping up a conversation with the soldiers. They regaled him with tales of places they were never officially at and world happenings. Finally he sat back and said he knew the problem and could fix it but they would have to give him some privacy so word wouldn't get out on how to fix it. That way he would be able to charge for his services when the government eventually came knocking at his door to employ his services.
The gun was back together and test fired by the soldiers back at their place. They fired 1,000 rds through it in 2 days, then came back, bringing 3 other guns. Jason did the same modification on them. The soldiers offered to pay him money for his work, he declined. The soldiers had to head back to duty and left. A week later a package was left on the farmhouse porch overnight. Opening it revealed a military issue night vision headset and a few sets of extra batteries.
His dad had made a trip to the farm at his mom's orders, to talk some sense into Jason. That he had ruined a good thing by leaving Rita over such a “small thing” as her carrying on a long term affair for money and gifts from a rich man, and now he was ruining his life by rejecting corporate life success for a lowly lifestyle in the trades industry. Jason told him with respect that he was his dad but if he continued trying to push that manure on him, he would cut all ties and communications with him and mom. His dad left in a huff and told Jason someday he would come crawling back to them.
Jason had many interesting talks with his grandparents. They talked some of what the soldiers had spoken of and how it fit in with what they were hearing about world events on the TV. His grandparents told him nothing was looking good. He was enjoying the farm life and all its chores. His grandparents were Christians and often talked of the bible with him. Even though his family had went to church every Sunday, most of what the grandparents talked about, the preacher had never mentioned and some things were the opposite of what the preacher said. His grandparents then showed him in the bible. He saw it with his own eyes that the bible said one thing but a man said something different. His grandparents gave him him his own copy of the KJV Bible in large print. He started reading on his own and discuss questions with them.
He had been living with his grandparents for 4 years and then tragedy struck.
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Post by hvnfun on Jun 5, 2023 18:46:04 GMT -6
loving it already
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Post by 223shootersc on Jun 5, 2023 19:47:49 GMT -6
Ho, Ho, Ho, merry no wedding! Thanks for the chapter!
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Post by feralferret on Jun 5, 2023 23:03:39 GMT -6
Sounds like his parents are also low life scum. The grandparent were the one good influence. Then the cliff arrived.
Iamnobody, thanks for the chapter.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 7, 2023 7:10:29 GMT -6
Jason got home to his grandparents at a little after 3AM after getting off from his job at the food warehouse. As he arrived he noticed there was no light on, normally his grandparents left a table lamp on for him. Maybe the light bulb had burned out. He turned the lamp switch and it lit up. Then he turned the overhead light on. Walking through the house, he headed towards his grandparents bedroom where the door was open. That was weird, the door was open and they always closed the door at night. He saw the bed was still made. Checking the kitchen, there was no notes on the table. Walking outside, he checked to see if their car was missing, it was there. Now he was worried. Grabbing a flashlight and his head light on a strap, he headed out to the barn. Nothing there. Then out into the fields. Then near the steep hillside, he saw the overturned tractor laying sideways at the bottom.
Jason broke into a run, as he approached the scene he saw 2 still bodies. It was his grandparents. Pulling out his cellphone he dialed 911 while he began checking them. As he is talking with the operator on the phone, he told the person to also send a coroner as he detected no pulse and their bodies were crushed and blood everywhere. He told the operator that they were in the back field and had his flashlights to wave them back. It took 45 minutes for the EMTs and ambulance to get to him and it was now getting light. It had rained the evening before and everything was wet. He could see where the tractor had been on the hillside and started sliding. It appeared both grandparents had been on the tractor and when it flipped, the tractor had rolled over both of them, crushing their bodies and killing them instantly. Their bodies had laid there for hours before Jason came home and found them. The coroner pronounced them both dead from massive blunt trauma due to the tractor rolling on them. Their bodies were taken to the funeral home awaiting Jason's instructions. The police had taken his statement and everyone had finally left.
Jason went back to the house. He was tired from work and staying up so long but his brain wouldn't shut down, thinking of what had happened. Sitting in the recliner, he tried sleeping but couldn't. He was jarred out of his thoughts by the phone ringing. He answered and it was the lawyer his grandparents used, saying he had heard the tragic news and was calling per their previous instructions concerning their death. He asked Jason to come to his office. Arriving there the lawyer showed him their written instruction that they wanted cremated and their ashes spread over the farm. That the cost was already prepaid at the funeral home. Jason asked if the lawyer could handle calling the family and friends about the day and time for spreading the ashes. He would.
That day arrived. Their ashes were in 1 container as per their wishes and he was ready to spread their remains. He looked out over the very small group of people gathered. He recognized everyone, some neighbors and friends. His dad and mom were not there. Jason shook his head in sadness. After the service, people offered their condolences and then gathered for a quick bite of food. The lawyer took Jason off to the side and asked him to come into the office tomorrow at 9AM. Arriving at the office, he was ushered right in. The lawyer had a folder on his desk. Opening he folder, the lawyer took out the stack of papers. Jason was informed that he had been made the owner of the farm 2 years ago. Then the lawyer slid an envelope across to him. Opening it he saw a letter written in his grand dad's writing. It said they loved him and requested he do their wishes. It said he owned the farm but requested he sell it to the land developer that had been after him for years to buy it. He was told the money from the farm would set him up in his own gun repair / store. It also advised him to seek out a more isolated place to set up his home and store. Jason sat there speechless, trying to take in all this new happenings.
10 days later he got a phone call from his dad's number. Answering, he heard his dad screaming that he had stole his inheritance and Jason would be hearing from his lawyer and he hung up. Again Jason stood there in disbelief at his dad. Jason talked to the lawyer and was told that the will was iron tight and his dad wouldn't be able to do anything. Jason had talked to the land developer and was offered $15,000,000 for it. The day for court arrived, his dad and mom were sitting with some fancy lawyer, glaring hate at him. The court was over in 20 minutes. The judge listened to both lawyers and also looked at the will. Then looked at his dad and mom, told them they had wasted his time and were ordered to pay the fees of Jason's lawyer and court costs. The judge told them to crawl back under whatever rock they had crawled out from and banged his gavel. Jason stood up and faced his dad and mom. He told them both that he was disowning them as his parents. That they were evil, sorry excuses as parents and human beings. That he never wanted to see or hear from them ever again or he would file restraining orders and other charges against them. Just to leave him alone. Then Jason walked out of the courtroom. His dad rushed after him, their lawyer trying to stop him. His dad grabbed him by his arm, swinging him around. Jason saw a policeman standing near and told the officer to arrest his dad for assault and he was filing charges and getting the restraining order. His dad was screaming obscenities and struggling as the police were attempting to handcuff him. The police gave up and just tasered him which quieted his dad immediately. Jason signed the charges against his dad and had a restraining order against both his dad and mom that forbade them both from ever coming within 300 yards of him for the rest of their lives. Jason prayed he would never see them again for the rest of his life.
Jason made a deal with the land developer for the $15,000,000 but with the stipulation that he could live there for up to 18 months as he looked for a new place. Agreed.
Jason started looking for a new place. He was taking his grandparents advice and looking for a more secluded place. While he had real estate agents looking, he started cleaning out the farm. He sold off most of the farm equipment including the tractor that had rolled on them. He sorted through their bedroom, donating clothing to charities. 2 months later the Special Ops soldiers were back home. They had heard about his loss and came to pay their respects. He thanked them and they sat around talking and he explained that he had sold the place and was looking to buy a place way back in, a secluded place, but so far he wasn't finding anything. The real estate agents ideas of secluded were homes on a small lot at the end of the subdivision. He wanted raw land so he could build his own home and shop. The 4 soldiers silently looked at each other then said they would keep an ear open and let him know if they heard of anything.
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Post by rep1270 on Jun 7, 2023 7:44:10 GMT -6
Thank you for the update. Ralph
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Post by feralferret on Jun 7, 2023 17:02:04 GMT -6
Iamnobody, thanks for the new chapter.
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Post by ydderf2 on Jun 7, 2023 17:12:40 GMT -6
I found your story today carry on I am enjoying it.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 9, 2023 0:31:43 GMT -6
Since Jason was now a multi-millionaire he was now getting all kinds of sales calls trying to sell him luxury cars, yachts and Condos. But he wasn't interested in those things, they weren't appealing to him. He knew he wanted a secluded place for a home and his business.
Jason was also looking at different machines he would need for his store. He would wait to get them until he had a building built but he could have things lined up. He no longer worked at the food warehouse. He spent the time also browsing the real estate ads along with more studies. He found different sites on the internet that seemed to be on the leading edge of gun tech. He talked with some of the people via email and others on the phone. It seemed like a lot of gun info was forgotten or being suppressed by the big companies so that a person had to buy their mass produced products. As late Fall came, he only had 12 months left on his place on the farm and he was no closer to finding his new place.
December 1st found him answering a knock on his door. It was the 4 Spec Op soldiers. He invited them in and they were catching up on the news. Finally they asked him if he had found a place yet. He said he hadn't and his time was running out. The soldiers said they had found a place, would he be interested in a place way back in the Appalachia. 20 acres of raw land, 10 acres of forest and 10 acres cleared, an old collapsing hunting cabin on it at the end of a dirt road. The nearest neighbor was 3 miles away, it did have electricity. Using Google maps, they showed him it and Jason thought it looked good, lots of land around it with no neighbors. A lot of company owned land that had once been strip mined but was now untended. There was also government owned land miles away. The soldiers said if he liked it, they could go with him and look at it. They could spend a few days camping out there while he looked it over. Jason agreed and they said they would pick him up in the morning and head out. He told them he would have to run into town and pick up some food, supplies and camping gear for the trip. They told him they had what he needed and all he had to bring was a change of clothes.
The next morning at daybreak, the soldiers showed up in a Dodge Ram 3500 with a camper shell over the bed. Getting in, they took off. The soldiers took turns driving, stopping every few hours at a gas station for fuel, restroom and some snacks. 12 hours of driving found them way back in the boonies on the dirt road leading to the place. Jason was impressed by the seclusion. Then they reached the end and he got his 1st look. As they had said, there was cleared acreage and a mostly collapsed small cabin. They got out and started setting up camp before it got too dark. They pulled out a large tent, sleeping bags, cooking gear and food. 2 set up the tent, 1 set up to start a meal and the other one went walking around to check the area. Jason lent a hand where he could.
Jason had a good night's sleep, though he heard the soldiers taking turns being on watch. He wondered why but figured it was just something they always did. He asked the one that had come back in and was settling into his sleeping bag and confirmed that was the reason. Daybreak found Jason outside watching the sun come up, spreading its rays of light over the land. He saw the animals come to life for the day. Birds flying, a deer browsing through the open area and even an opossum waddling around. The only sound was a jet in the sky many miles up. The soldier on guard was smiling as he watched Jason getting a big grin on his face. A quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and corn beef hash and a trip behind a bush and Jason was ready to start the day.
They started looking around. The electric line went right up to where the cabin remains was. The fuses and meter had been pulled at the pole, shutting off power. They walked around the property, checking the fields which seemed to be fertile, The woods were old growth with a mixture of trees. There was even a small creek running through the woods. It was still running maybe a foot deep and 3 feet wide. They saw signs of lots of different wildlife, including bear and a tree that looked like a mountain lion had scratched on it. A Ruffed Grouse sprang up from between his feet, causing him to almost wet his pants in surprise as it flew off. Everyone laughed. The soldiers showed him where the boundary corners were. Jason was already forming plans in his mind of where things would go. At the evening meal, Jason asked how much the property was. 20 acres for $15,000, a clear title and could be ready immediately. He said he would take it.
The next morning they got up early, packed things away and headed out for the long trip. This time Jason insisted on paying for the fuel and snacks. Back at the farm, he slept a good nights sleep. Come morning, he headed into town to see his lawyer, the one his grandparents had. The lawyer suggested setting the purchase up as a Trust. Then another Trust for the business he wanted. By the end of 10 days, he now owned the property and was the trustee of the 2 Trusts.
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Post by texican on Jun 9, 2023 17:36:21 GMT -6
iam,
Jason is moving along. Just how many cabins will it take for all of the guys and maybe gals in the future?
Texican....
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 10, 2023 8:36:50 GMT -6
Jason had building plans drawn up for his home and business. It would be all one building but a solid wall between the business and his home, separate entrances. That way the government would not be able to inspect his home when they came to inspect the business. It would have full basements under both sections. On all sides it would have 12 inches of gravel in an enclosed wall, 5 feet tall, to act as a heat sink for the home and business. The gravel wall would come up to windowsill height. The business would have solid iron bars across the windows and the door. The 4 Spec Op soldiers had made those suggestions and he liked it. He contracted a well known company to start construction next Spring as soon as the weather allowed. 50% payment up front, another 25% at the half way point and the balance on completion.
He knew he needed something better than the small car he had now, to handle the roads at his new place. He started looking for a truck. He would prefer buying used if he could, rather than paying new price and losing a lot of the value the minute he drove it off the car lot. He had been looking 4 weeks when someone told him about a used Dodge Ram 3500 that a young guy had bought and the payments had been more than he was able to handle, so Jason called the guy and set a time to go look at it. Arriving at the address, it was in the suburbs at a 2 story house and garage. Jason parked and knocked at the door. It was opened by a young guy about age 23 who came out with an older man who Jason assumed was his dad. The young guy opened the garage and drove the truck out.
Jason started to look it over. As advertised it was a Dodge Ram 3500 4X4 with an 8 feet bed and dual rear tires. It had rugged off road tires, a brush guard, a light bar mounted on the roof, a 10 ton winch on the front, a heavy duty towing hitch on the back, a camper shell on the bed and it had the mount on the front for a snowplow but Jason couldn't see the plow. The guy said the plow was in the garage setting. Jason fired the motor up and listened to it and it sounded fine. Jason asked if they could take it for a test drive, both guys jumped in the truck with him. Back from the drive, Jason asked why he was selling. Before the young guy could answer, his dad said he had warned his son about buying such an expensive show truck, but he wouldn't listen. The payments and truck insurance were killing his wallet, especially now that his girlfriend was pregnant and the guy needed to settle down and start a family life. That the young guy needed a cheaper, small car that would be easier on fuel. Jason asked how much. The young guy was desperate, no one was buying the expensive trucks. Jason got the truck for the cost of the guy's remaining debt and giving him his small car. They jumped in the truck and went to the truck lot that was carrying the loan. Jason paid the debt to the company, transferred the titles to both vehicles and everyone left happy.
Jason had stopped and got the snow plow, then swung by a trailer place in town and bought a dual axle enclosed trailer. He wouldn't be taking more than his clothes along when he moved, but he figured he would use it with his business. His new place was almost done and he would be soon leaving his grandparents old farm. He would miss it and them but his new life was ahead. As far as he was concerned, no one from his past would know where he was at. His dad and mom had been letting him alone and Rita had married the banker.
His new home was smallish, 2 bedroom, 1 bath, kitchen and living room. He didn't need much room for just himself. He had a gas stove and wood burning cookstove in his kitchen and a wood heating stove in the living room. He had the different machines for his business coming and would be installed soon. He had bought all new and the latest technology machines, he wouldn't scrimp on those. He had a local company build him a small barn for livestock he would get. He bought a used tractor with a 2 bottom plow, rototiller attachment, a chisel plow, a post hole digger, and a wood splitter attachment. He had the electricity all set up from when they had been building the home, a new well and septic put in. He had the septic sized for 5 families to be on the safe side, that way it should be functioning the rest of his life. He had satellite internet set up and had bought a top of the line computer for his business. He had a company design a website for his business.
He started building a rifle for himself now that he was all setup in his business. He would make some short videos of it for his website to start showing off his services. He started with a Savage rifle action and a premium 26 inch rifle barrel. He trued up the action, bolt and barrel just like someone blueprints a racing motor. The truer everything was, it allowed the cartridge to line up near perfect every time. He made it in .308 Winchester caliber. Then he made a fancy wooden walnut stock for it, pillar bedding it which would give the set up great accuracy. He had the throat chamber on the barrel cut with a more gentle slope so that he could use cast lead bullets. Most factory produced barrels in all calibers and manufacturers had sharp, blunt throats which made it quicker and cheaper to produce. Those types of barrels were okay for a person who hunted and were okay with 1-3 inch bullet groupings at 100 yards.
He chose to use cast lead bullets because of the way factory produced bullets and barrels were made. Every bullet and gun barrel made, basically left the factory with 100 lawyers attached to it for legal reasons. A gun barrel made for .308 caliber was never ever smaller than that or even that diameter. The barrels were purposely made at larger diameters, like .3085 or .309 or sometimes larger. Bullet companies did the same thing in reverse. A .308 diameter bullet was most likely .3079 or smaller. Basically you had an oversize barrel bore with an undersized bullet. That gave acceptable accuracy for the average person's needs but Jason was doing quality work for people that paid premium prices, they expected and wanted the best. He had Vernon Smith of Lead Bullet Technologies make him a bullet mold for .309 diameter gas checked 165 grain bullet. Vernon is one of the best in making bullet molds. He also ordered Vernon's bullet lube which was a special lube that allowed for higher velocities. Jason could of bought copper gas checks but instead he ordered a gas check making die set from Pat Marlin. The die set could make gas checks from strips of copper or aluminum at a fraction of the cost.
When he was done with the rifle, from a benchrest position, topped with a Leupold 3-9X 40mm scope, it would shoot 5 lead bullets into a .35 inch group at 100 yards. With the videos that he had posted on his website, that caught people's attention. His next project was a shotgun. A pump shotgun and he modified the barrel for only 2 ¾ inch shells and smoothed the forcing cone in it for a more gentle ride out the barrel. As with rifle barrels factory produced barrels had a sharp, blunt forcing cone which causes the pellets to be all scrunched up and deformed, giving poor patterns. Most factory shotgun barrels were made to chamber all the different lengths of shotgun ammo 2 ¾, 3 and 3 ½. So when shooting 2 ¾ inch shells in a 3 ½ inch chamber, the pellets leaving the shell were already starting to spread, jumping a ¾ inch gap before hitting the blunt forcing cone squeezing the pellets together again and then out the barrel. That made for poor pellet patterns. He showed his shotgun patterning fantastically using assorted store bought brands of ammo. Those videos brought in a lot more customers.
His next project was a revolver, he chose a Ruger GP100 6 inch heavy barrel in 357 Magnum. He timed the cylinder which meant making sure the opening in the cylinder was always perfectly lined up with the barrel when shot. Again too many factory mass produced revolvers “spit lead” as it was called because the timing was slightly off and a small sliver of the bullet was shaved off in firing and flew off to the side. He also smoothed up the trigger let off. He used a cast lead bullet from a mold by Vernon Smith, shooting a 180 grain gas checked bullet made from Lyman #2 bullet lead from Rotometals. At 100 yards he was grouping 6 shots offhand into a 3 inch circle. The gun would probably shoot better than that but that was the best he could do with his skill level. Then he did another project with a 1911 pistol in .45 ACP, cleaning up the feeding ramp, slicking the trigger up and reworking internal springs. It now fed everything from the standard round nose hardball ammo to the latest hollow point ammo. Posting those 2 videos really had the business pouring in.
His last project to round things out was a .22LR in a basic Marlin bolt action rifle. He trued up the action and bolt to the barrel, cleaned up the throat, pillar bedded the action to the original factory stock and slicked up the trigger. Topped with a Tasco standard grade 3-9X 40mm scope, it shot 5 shot groups at 50 yards into a tight cluster. That video added to his business. He was now well known as a very skilled gunsmith doing the highest quality work, even bringing in international customers. It didn't matter that his place was way out in the boonies. People traveled it to get quality and service.
He developed a working relationship with the local LEO departments. He kept their duty weapons in tip top shape. Local neighbors often dropped in with guns not working right. He would often work out trades with them, trading work from them or products like food or supplies instead of them paying money. The 4 Spec Op soldiers stopped in regularly. One day there was an extra person with them. Pulling up chairs on the house porch, they were sipping mint iced teas and introduced the new man as their Master Sergeant. The MS and other team members were impressed that the 4's weapons ran smoothly and weren't having problems like the rest of them. The MS said they had tried getting the government to hire Jason to fix all the guns but they refused. It seemed like the government wasn't interested in the soldiers having weapons that worked properly. The MS asked if Jason would be interested in being their “unofficial” armorer. They couldn't pay money but had different things that could be traded. Jason asked wouldn't that get him in trouble with the government. The MS responded that the team members would not say who was upkeeping their weapons, their lives depended on their weapons always working. Jason said he would think about it overnight and let them know in the morning if they could stay the night. They agreed.
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Post by rep1270 on Jun 10, 2023 10:41:33 GMT -6
Thanks for the update. Ralph
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Post by frankie on Jun 10, 2023 12:08:37 GMT -6
Another great story I look forward to reading every day.
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Post by prepguy on Jun 10, 2023 20:20:47 GMT -6
Good story so far. Look forward to more.
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Post by mohunter on Jun 11, 2023 16:46:29 GMT -6
good start! looking forward to the rest.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 12, 2023 5:34:19 GMT -6
Jason spent most of the night reading his bible. His grandparents had told him that the answers to all of life's question were in there. By morning he was ready. One of the soldiers had made breakfast for them all and after the meal, they all went to the porch. They were sipping their coffee and Jason had his mint iced tea. After taking a long drink that half emptied his tall glass, he asked them “why.” Why were they so interested in him. They had found him this place way out in the boonies.
The soldiers all looked at each other and the Master Sergeant started talking. He said their unit had a working relationship with his grandparents, them letting the soldiers cache things on the farm during the last 6 years. The soldiers were part of the people who saw bad things coming from the US government and government in general. They knew that it was just a matter of time now before it became really bad for the average person, so they had been caching supplies to resist a tyrannical government. That they had saw that Jason was beginning to see the same things when he was back at the farm. So once his grandparents had died, they showed him this place, hoping he would like it. That they had a lot of caches in this general area because they had discovered an illegal government operation that ran young age 20 men from other countries through the government owned land into other areas of the US, that several big gangs were also in on it. These incoming men were actually foreign soldiers getting into position for when the order was given to attack. That Jason had a lot of weapon production and repair skills that would be of high value to their resistance. Adding in that they had watched him become extremely conservative in his thinking.
Jason finished off his tea, then poured himself another glassful before sitting back down and looking at them. So he said you have a conspiracy theory and you want me to be part of your treason? The 4 lower rank soldiers looked at each other with concern. The MS broke out in a laugh and said it was no theory and they had a lot of evidence to prove it. That he also knew that Jason believed what he had just been told. Jason smiled and said he did and everyone relaxed. He asked what he could do. The MS told him at this point it was just to take care of their weapons and allow the men to stop in on their trips in and out of the area. Also he could go on local trips and they would teach him the Spec Ops way of things and moving quietly through the brush. Jason agreed.
After setting up his place with a home, business and buying the place, he still had more than $14,000,000 left from the sale of his grandparents farm. His business was making more than what he needed to pay the costs of his simple lifestyle. He still wasn't dating any woman. He had went on 4 or 5 dates since the fiasco with Rita but they were only 1st dates. The woman was either on her phone a lot posting pics of herself out on a date and of the meal she was eating while she was out with Jason or she had very liberal thinking. 1 woman even called him a sexist pig because he held the diner door open for her. Needless to say, he didn't continue that date. He simply turned and walked away while she stood there and screamed at his back. After moving to his farm he gave up on looking for a girlfriend. He found plenty of enjoyment in his farm and business.
So he concentrated on his farm. He had 2 flocks of egg laying hens, 1 rooster and 10 hens. He kept them separated from each other so he had backups. He raised 25 meat chickens at a time, 8 weeks grow out from day old chicks to a finished dressed carcass of 6 pounds. The Spec Op soldiers came through the area enough that the meat chickens and eggs didn't go to waste. He was raising 3 pigs to butcher in the cooler months. He bought a new feeder beef each year to raise so that he would butcher them at 3 years old instead of the factory way of butchering them at 18 months, his had flavor to the meat. He had several hives of bees set up in Long Langstroth hives. He planted some apple tree varieties that were hardy for his area. Along with plums, peaches were too fickle with Spring frosts. He had a 2 acre garden spot set up and had it enclosed with 5 feet high fencing.
He didn't forget supplies for his gun business. He bought plenty of gun actions and premium rifle barrels and etc. He stockpiled lead, bullets and ammo. He kept ammo in stock in popular calibers for neighbors to buy. He found out that a lot of the neighbors were conservative in their thinking and there was even a dozen “retired” Spec Ops men and their families that lived in the area. After checking on shipping prices, he had a trip scheduled where he would drive his truck and trailer to Rotometals for 5 tons of lead for casting bullets. Several other times he made trips to a mid west family owned ammo company to pick up loads of 5.56x45 fmj, 7.62x51 fmj, 7.62x39fmj, 45ACP, 357 Magnum and 9mm ammo to store in the basement under the business, offered “for sale” so that it all could be run through the business license.
He built 4 “root cellars” around his place, 1 for his food storage, 1 for other personal supplies and he let the soldiers use the other 2 for their use. Winter was his slow time for his business because of snow and ice making the trip to his place hard. He still did phone orders with credit cards for customers that wanted to order custom guns. He put together the actions and barrels, then waited til thaw in the Spring for them to be fitted for the rifle stocks.
Jason had several years of building his business. He was earning a good living. He was doing work for the Spec Ops group, reworking their weapons so they performed perfectly. He bought AR15 actions and barrels and built his own for sale. He used 20 inch barrels as the inventor Eugene Stoner had designed the 5.56x45 cartridge to be used with. When the “all knowing” US government shortened the barrels to 16 inch and then down to 10 inches, the 55gr and 62gr bullets no longer did the job they were designed for. The bullets were basically useless past 50 yards because the bullets didn't have enough energy left because of the shorter barrels. Jason stocked the ammo with 64 grain soft point bullets for the knowledgeable shooter. He also reworked FALs to get them back into specs. Jason also went out with the Spec Op men and learned a lot.
Things were going good, then a very anti everything conservative and patriotic President and Congress was placed into office by seemingly shady voting.
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Post by feralferret on Jun 13, 2023 1:11:43 GMT -6
Great story so far. Thanks, iamnobody.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 14, 2023 7:23:42 GMT -6
Within a year of the politicians taking office, there was a crackdown on gun stores and related business. Credit card companies and banks started refusing to give loans or process orders for such stores. Jason had 3 “inspections” from ATF agents in 6 months. They could find nothing wrong. The last duo of agents tried inspecting his home and property but he pointed out their own regulations of only being able to inspect the business. They left in a huff, saying they would be watching him. Jason had no issues with loans because of having his own money. The day after the ATF agents left, he placed massive orders for gun actions, barrels, parts and lots of ammo. The military was even being hurt. All their guns were being converted to semi auto fire only. The standard 30 round magazine for the M4s were replaced with 5 shot magazines. There was only annual qualifications for the military and each soldier only fired 1 shot. The Spec Op soldiers were in the area regularly now and always seemed to be transporting full loads of something. Jason's business for AR15s went through the roof, he was glad he had stocked up.
2 years later with the ATF's harassment inspections having failed to find any reasons to be able to shut him down, they decided to try to set him up. They sent a woman to get him to do something illegal. She pulled up to his business in a black Suburban, getting out in a short skin tight V necked dress. She had more curves than the dirt road leading to his business. Inside the store, she said she had heard he was one of the best gunsmiths in the country. He told her she had heard wrong. To her confused look, he said “I am THE BEST in the country.” Recovering, she leaned across the store counter, her top almost popping out of the V neck on her dress and purred that she wanted a short barreled rifle with a suppressor made for her. She smiled when Jason said he could easily make her one, but her smile turned to a frown when he told her he would need to see her government paperwork approving her to have one. In a pouting voice she said he could overlook the paperwork and she could throw in a bonus for him as she wet her lips with her tongue. He said no and told her to leave. She left in a huff.
That night, the alarms Jason had in place around his property went off. With the night vision / thermal set he had, he was able to see 3 people crouched in the brush. He quickly called the Sheriff's office and with him being a gun business and on very good terms with them, within an hour there was several deputies on scene. They quickly rounded up the 3 people who turned out to be the woman and 2 men. All were identified as ATF. The Sheriff kicked them out of his county and told them to never come back unless they had a warrant and showed it to him first.
Jason had become a part of the local community if you could call a neighbor every few miles a community. He worked in his business, his farm was doing great and he was getting good with the skills the Spec Op soldiers were teaching him. The soldiers didn't come right and say it but it seems like they had been in shoot outs with the groups coming through the government lands. The groups that weren't gangs, they always had 1 or 2 alphabet government agents escorting them. It was the SSS routine, shoot – shovel – shut up. They also talked of finding caches that were meant for the groups of men coming through. These caches the soldiers messed with, putting in bad rounds of ammo that would explode the gun it was fired in. Or putting in poisoned food that took several days to act, that way the poison wouldn't be pointing back to a cache.
Sometimes Jason went along with the Spec Op soldiers. He saw the groups coming through. Since the politicians had been “elected” this last time, evening news showed 1,000s of “political asylum” seekers coming across the border, mostly on the southern border with Mexico but still plenty on the northern border with Canada. It was widespread common knowledge that the US government had an app set up for this and they had people south of the border to walk the asylum seekers through the process. What Jason couldn't understand is how these young men by the 1,000s could walk 1,000s of miles and arrive at the US border looking well fed and watered and wearing clothes and shoes that didn't look all wore out from travel.
Jason liked going out on his own, he would walk the government land with his guns and camping gear. He carried his Savage rifle and the GP100 was in a handmade leather shoulder holster. He carried a normal hatchet and an Old Hickory 8 inch butcher knife in a sheaf on his waist. His backpack contained a change of clothes, a set of sandals, some food, a water filter and other assorted supplies. One evening while far into the government land, he heard a woman's scream followed by several men laughing.
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Post by iamnobody on Jun 15, 2023 23:36:17 GMT -6
Jason silently approached where the screams and laughter were coming from. He saw a naked young woman tied to a tree and 3 naked men taunting her, telling her what they were going to do to her again like they have done for the past week. That she could scream all she wanted, no one would hear her and no one was coming to her rescue. They were going to keep using her until they got her to the transfer point and then she would be sold south into a brothel.
Placing his backpack and rifle on the ground, Jason pulled out his Ruger GP100. Thumbing back the hammer, he told the men to raise their hands. They were surprised, then looked at him in disbelief telling him he was interfering in gang business. Jason told them to free the woman as he aimed the revolver at them. Jason had been in a big hurry to save the woman that he violated the rule of checking to make sure there were no other threats. A 4th man stepped out of the brush where he had been answering a nature call, his Glock held sideways in his outstretched hand. Jason saw the spurt of flame and even though the gang member was holding it sideways in the classic Hollywood gangsta stance, he felt the sting of the round going through his left arm muscle. Jason's shot at the same time from a Weaver's stance, his 180gr cast lead bullet entered the hoodlums chest, making jello out of the man's heart and lungs. The gangster had a surprised look on his face as he sank to the ground.
Another gang member took that moment to lunge for his gun laying on his pile of clothes. The man was bent over in front of Jason. Jason squeezed a round off, the bullet entering the man's butt opening, the bullet traveling through the intestines, stomach, heart and coming to a stop in the man's neck. Jason swung his GP100 back onto the 2 remaining gangsters who were frozen in shock. They were used to dealing out terror, not being on the receiving end. Jason told the 1 to use the zip tie he had tossed on the ground and tie his buddy upright to a tree. The sight of Jason's revolver muzzle staring at them caused them to comply. Once the one was tied with his hands behind a tree, Jason told the other one to stand with his hands behind another tree while Jason zip tied his hands. Then Jason freed the woman. He retrieved his backpack and rifle. He pulled out a pair of pants, shirt and sandals and gave them to the woman to dress in as he didn't see any clothes of hers. They were big on her, so Jason gave her his belt to hold the pants up. While she dressed, he took the spent casings from his revolver and put fresh ones in, then holstered it.
When he pulled his razor sharp Old Hickory knife from his sheath, the woman's eyes went wide. Jason reversed the knife, handing it to her handle first. She took it with a question in her eyes. Jason nodded towards the 2 remaining gang members. Understanding dawned in her eyes and then she went to each one, grabbing their privates in 1 hand and making a quick slice with the knife. As they were screaming, she stuffed their private parts in their mouths. Jason took the knife back and then made a shallow slice across each of their lower abdomens, causing their intestines to spill out and hang to the ground.
Jason quickly looked through the gang members possessions, finding little in the way of usefulness. He took their 4 Glocks, extra magazines, some canned food and 4 rolls of $100 bills. He told her it was time to leave but her look said she wanted to stay and watch them die. He said it was too dangerous to stay, that wild pigs would soon smell the fresh blood and be coming. In fact he could already hear them in the distance. They had barely went 300 yards when they heard screams of pain as the pigs found the fresh intestines hanging to the ground on the 2 men. In his mind, he could see the image of a herd of wild pigs, ripping, pulling and eating on the men's guts and then their bodies. Jason kept moving to increase distance.
By himself, it would have been a 2 hour trip back to where his truck was parked. But with his injured arm that he had bandaged and the woman along, it took 4 hours of walking with several breaks. He gave her some trail mix and jerky from his backpack and water to drink. Finally back at the truck, he threw the switch that prevented his truck from being started, got the woman in the passenger seat, got in and made a phone call. He called his friend, a “retired” Spec Op doctor located in a town 30 miles away, about seeing an after hours patient that needed help right away. The doc said to come, him and his nurse wife would be waiting for him.
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