Good morning Mossberg Owners.
This is not the first time I have found myself posting to a dead forum. I’m not going to list them. The past is the past. But it appears that predictions have become reality.
In a recent poll a poster asked if the members we had were still willing to post on this forum. I answered that I would be checking in until the apocalypse.
The truth is that I doubt the apocalypse will come in my lifetime, at least in the biblical sense. But clearly the ax has fallen for this place and I suspect that it will disappear as soon as the current hosting fees are used up.
I kind of get the impression that somebody paid up for another five years, and it’s just about to run out.
So…When I came here nine years ago this forum already had signs of decline. Not serious ones, yet it was showing the first signs of a forum where people didn’t feel entirely free to complain about the things that bothered them, and were starting to bail or get themselves axed.
That’s not really why these places exist, for us to complain or agitate, but absent that touch of reality and disparate dialogue they seem to eventually fold up.
When this place folds, it won’t be because of reduced interest in shotguns and rifles, but a reduction of interesting people.
Meanwhile I will always have mementos to remind me of the last 9 years of fun I had here. And it has been fun. A lot of fun. And I appreciate all the time that you fellows put into making this forum what it once was (and sadly can likely never be again.)
This one is with me almost daily. This is my EDC dress pen, and I always use it when I go to sign papers. Ripjack made it years ago, from some rare snakewood, and photographs do not show off the darkly figured iridescence of this lovely mottled wood.
I added the swivel ring, in case I decide it needs a lanyard, in less civilized times, perhaps to come. If I grab my keys, this always comes too.
Motumbo and his henchmen are still watching over my shoulder, as I type at the desk. They wonder now if this is my last message to the mossbergers?
Or maybe they just wonder when I will feed them. ;-)
Ya’ll have a fine day out there, wherever there may be.
This is not the first time I have found myself posting to a dead forum. I’m not going to list them. The past is the past. But it appears that predictions have become reality.
In a recent poll a poster asked if the members we had were still willing to post on this forum. I answered that I would be checking in until the apocalypse.
The truth is that I doubt the apocalypse will come in my lifetime, at least in the biblical sense. But clearly the ax has fallen for this place and I suspect that it will disappear as soon as the current hosting fees are used up.
I kind of get the impression that somebody paid up for another five years, and it’s just about to run out.
So…When I came here nine years ago this forum already had signs of decline. Not serious ones, yet it was showing the first signs of a forum where people didn’t feel entirely free to complain about the things that bothered them, and were starting to bail or get themselves axed.
That’s not really why these places exist, for us to complain or agitate, but absent that touch of reality and disparate dialogue they seem to eventually fold up.
When this place folds, it won’t be because of reduced interest in shotguns and rifles, but a reduction of interesting people.
Meanwhile I will always have mementos to remind me of the last 9 years of fun I had here. And it has been fun. A lot of fun. And I appreciate all the time that you fellows put into making this forum what it once was (and sadly can likely never be again.)
This one is with me almost daily. This is my EDC dress pen, and I always use it when I go to sign papers. Ripjack made it years ago, from some rare snakewood, and photographs do not show off the darkly figured iridescence of this lovely mottled wood.
I added the swivel ring, in case I decide it needs a lanyard, in less civilized times, perhaps to come. If I grab my keys, this always comes too.
Motumbo and his henchmen are still watching over my shoulder, as I type at the desk. They wonder now if this is my last message to the mossbergers?
Or maybe they just wonder when I will feed them. ;-)
Ya’ll have a fine day out there, wherever there may be.