After YETI cuts ties with NRA, the free market, and retailers, continue to respond in a big way

After YETI cuts ties with NRA, the free market, and retailers, continue to respond in a big way. Yeti must want to be the Dick’s of coolers. We bet Dick’s still sells them, but we don’t know because we won’t go there anymore. Meanwhile their competition is offering deals.

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  • Good thing I never bought any of their overpriced pieces of junk, wouldn't want to waste any tanerite.

  • I enjoy a good explosion, I think more products that have dumped the NRA should have Tannerite placed in them and shot.

    • I "shot powder" as it called in the construction business for years. A 2X8 nitro stick in the bottom of the drill hole with an electric cap as a primer. Then fill the hole with ammonium nitrate to 3 or 4 feet below the surface then finish filling in the hole with dirt or drill fines to hold the shot in so the gasses would expand and break up the rock instead of "shotgunning" out the hole and not do the job of breaking up the rock.

      One job I worked on I drilled holes for a month, 1200 of them. It took two days to load the explosives and when I hit the button on the blasting battery over 50,000 cubic yards of rock went up in the air. Nothing like the feeling of doing things right!

      I found this little video to give y'all an idea of what I used to do. And this is a little shot, nothing like the big shots I did on lots of jobs.

      https://youtu.be/EZgt6cVxLag

      • Damn whiskey you certainly know how to have fun. Just don’t do the dynamite with a hang over.

        • That was one thing I always demanded from my crews. No drinking, get a good meal, so the next day everyone had a straight head to load the shot. I like my beer, couple shots of sour mash in the evening, but when it was time to load powder the night before was a dry night.

          And you think it was fun? Stand next to a noisy rock drill with grease, drill oil and dirt getting all over you every day. On deep holes you have to add 100 pound drill steel, sometime more than one per hole. Then you had to twist that steel apart and lay them out for the next hole. When enough holes were drilled I would lay out the caps the way I wanted to get a good, clean shot. Then start packing 50 pound boxes of stick powder. On stick per hole unless it was deep holes so it was two sticks because the holes had to be "deck loaded" with two caps and sticks to make sure the rock was shot small enough to go through a crusher. Then toting the 50 pound bags of prill, ammonium nitrate, and placing them by the holes. Some shots it was 300 bags. Some shots it was 500 bags. Some shots I did 1000 bags and more were needed. And we carried every damn one of those bags on our back. The only "fun" time about it is when I yelled "fire in the hole" and hit the button on the blasting battery. The sight of 20, 40, 60 thousand cubic yards going up in the air was a hell of a sight. Thousands of tons of rock would be there to crush and process for asphalt and concrete. Believe me, drilling and blasting is hard, dirty, dangerous work. But I do miss hitting the button on the blasting battery. Talk about seeing the results of your labor in a hurry!

        • Hahaha... I could teach you how but damned if I will do the drilling and toting the powder up the side of a hill. I wore my body out because of that kind of work and it is starting to tell on me. I can barely get in and out of the boat when I go fishing, my knees are shot and the left one gives out on me once in a while.

          I found a couple more videos about blasting for your enjoyment.
          https://youtu.be/rKOxmXXpHj8

          And these were little projects compaired to some of the jobs I worked on.

          https://youtu.be/eRFck8-mXJo

          • I was never the driller or powder monkey, but some of the jobs I worked on, I was the guy that figured the depth of each hole, so they could blast to grade.

            It's always interesting to work on a job where there's blasting going on. Some powder monkeys I've worked with were consummate professionals, others were downright scary to be around. But always interesting.

          • And another thing. I never needed anyone to tell me how deep I had to drill, all I needed was a set of plans and I could eyeball the terrain and figure out how deep we had to drill. I ain't a college boy but I can read the terrain and figure it out myself. 20 feet, drill 2 feet deeper. 30 feet, 3 feet deeper. 40 feet, 4 feet deeper. That is how explosives work. You have to drill holes that are deeper than the amount of rock you need to move. It takes a few seconds for "full burn", the only way I know to say it, so you always drill a little deeper than the cut you are trying to make.

          • On that job, the amount of cut varied so drastically from area to area, the foreman wanted a number for each hole. I provided that number by shooting an actual elevation and determining the difference.

          • Ever been through the Virgin River Gorge between St. George, UT and Mesquite, AZ? I was a driller/powder helper on that job.

            https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=seven+river+gorge+st+george&id=6B951EA4A4D3C9D301076D87377E4EF25D9BA165&FORM=IQFRBA

            I don't know how to bring individual pictures here, this new computer is too complicated for me. I worked like a slave in my younger days, throwing drill steel, toting powder up the sides of mountains and cuts like these like I was a mountain goat. And people wonder why my body is worn out?

          • HAHAHA...One job I was on two equipment operators were told to help me load a shot. Neither one had worked with powder before and they were kind of shaky at the start. But when I started throwing sticks all over to show them it was not dangerous they calmed down. It takes 3 things to shoot rock. Some kind of primer like electric caps or primacord in the stick powder then anfo, then a blasting battery. This was in 1994 and one of the guys helping me had bought a video camera, a novel thing at the time, and wondered if he could hide behind the compressor with me and get a shot of the blast when I hit the button. I told him sure and when I yelled "fire in the hole" and hit it I thought he was going to try to crawl into my back pocket. But he did get some good pictures! We watched the tape at his home that evening while drinking a beer. Shooting powder isn't much more dangerous than running a piece of equipment. You have to be careful, know what you are doing, then do it.

  • Yeti didn't count on the gun owners of America rising up and saying "Screw You". There is no better boycott than to not buy a product or service with hard earned money. That gets the message home quicker than any thing else. When business leaders have to answer to the board and stock holders why sales and revenue are down. It does make them wonder just why they fell into the dip shit trap.

    • I love my Yeti tumbler and take it everywhere. Time to buy Rtic I guess. Much cheaper price tag too, from what I understand.

      • What the hell are you guys talking about? What is a Yeti tumbler? I have a coffee cup I bought at the local c-store for $1.19, had it for years and it works fine.

        • Depends on how much of a coffee drinker you are. If you fill the cup, drain it, and refill it, all within a couple of minutes, then a highly insulated mug won't do you much good.

  • My kind of women! Lol...I remember years ago when my parents still went hunting and mom got a big buck. Dad didn't even get a shot at anything and he got pissed. Never took mom with him again! If she wanted to go hunting she went with her parents! My grandparents were hillbillies from way back. Grandma was raised in Cass county on the Texas side of Caddo Lake. Pawpaw was a Cajun swamp rat from the Louisiana side of Caddo lake. Hunting was a way of life to them. So was fishing in the swamps and bayous. Two of the best people you could have met but both were meaner than a junk yard dog if you got on their bad side!

    • My kind of grandparents. Knew what it took to be self-sufficient and didn't need the gooberment telling them what to do. Passed along what work meant to Im sure.

      There are 50 acres of Virginia farmland that saw a lot of my sweat, I sure wouldn't trade it for anything either.

      • Another thing. I was raised on a farm/ranch operation in northern New Mexico. When the timber ran out and we moved to Albuquerque I was one happy boy. No more shoveling snow to get to the barn, the milk shed, the hog pens and chicken coop. No more toting water from the river, no more breaking the ice to get the water out of the river. I was in hog heaven. And what do I do now? Sit on a horse looking a cows asses when moving them to a different pasture. Feeding hogs and chickens. The same things I hated when I was a kid. The only difference is I have wells on my place and don't have to tote water from the river for the livestock. Funny how life works that way, we go back to our raising in the long run.

        • Yes it is, we realize just how good a way that it was. A smile comes to your face as you remember and hear the words “damn boy I’m going to make a man out of you” which they did.

          • Hahaha...I remember when I went to basic training and thinking what are these pussies whining about? Don't have to get out of the fart sack until 6 in the morning. Do some PT then get to the mess hall. Went to classes to learn something for a couple hours then got an hour for lunch. Went to more classes or did some running or weapons training and at 4 in the afternoon we were done. I was used to getting up a 4am and start toting water and feed to the horses and cows and hogs. Then milking and we didn't have any fancy machines, we did it all by hand. I learned how to squeeze a teat when I was 7 years old. Then it was time to get breakfast and change into "school clothes". After school got into "work clothes" and if mom caught any of us doing chores in our school clothes she would whop the crap out of us. And we worked in the fields till it started getting dark and it was time to milk, feed, tote water for the stock. Eat and go to bed by 8pm at night because we didn't have a television, didn't even have electricity until I was about 8 years old. Back then I thought my father was the meanest SOB on earth. Then came the military and war and I finally understood. He was trying to make a man out of me and my 4 younger brothers. And his way worked, all of us have made something of ourselves and lived a good life. I have gotten way off subject but I guess the point I am trying to make is boot camp was nothing, easy living compared to what I was used to doing every day. And I give my father the credit for everything I am today.

      • Pawpaw quit school in the 2nd grade and started taking care of hisself, as he put it. Never did learn how to read or write, he could sign his name and that was about it. When he and grandma moved to New Mexico and got into the logging business he bought two Diamond Rio trucks to haul logs to the lumber mill that was owned by grandma's brother. When the timber ran out he got into the construction business and learned how handle dynamite. He eventually started his own company, worked drilling and blasting rock for road construction companies until the day he died. That is who taught me how to "shoot powder" as it is called. Plus my father and two uncles who were also "powder monkeys". Grandma would read for him, explaining the contracts and he would sign the contract or say no, not enough money. Uneducated, yes. Stupid, no. I learned a lot about life from Pawpaw and grandma, I still miss them today.