April 20, 2015
April 17, 2015
I posted one story over there along the same lines, but was reminded of another today:
An ex girlfriend of mine was married once before we met. She worked as an ER and ICU nurse, and her then-husband was going through medical school to become a physician. As is the case, you don't make much money in medical school, nor in residency -- a doctor friend of mine mentioned that residency worked out to about $7.50 an hour when he did the math -- and you rack up a metric s--t ton of debt.
At any rate, she stood by his side faithfully, working 60 hour weeks to get the overtime to pay for their life, turned down a really nice position because it would have required moving and he could not relocate because of his residency, etc. etc. In short, she carried him for 6 years or so.
Now, quelle surprise, when he finished his residency and passed his board certification exams, he "suddenly" decided that he didn't want to be married any longer, and let's just part ways and shake hands and best of luck and oh-by-the-way-we-need-to-split-things-fifty-fifty.
Somewhat incensed, but ever pragmatic, she agreed. A fifty-fifty split. Half way, down the middle.
So she pulled the cork out of every single bottle of wine in the collection (100+ bottles), poured half down the drain, and handed him the other half of the bottle.
She sold their competitive jumping horse to her trainer for $1.00 (even got a bill of sale), and handed him a pair of quarters.
Reached for an original RC Gorman painting (valued around $8,000) and a pair of scissors and asked "left half, or right half?"*
Sometimes, what you say you want isn't what you *really* want.
Careful what you wish for... you just might get it.
* The Gorman survived.
April 13, 2015
The Thursday range. There was a plain-jane plywood target, home made swinging steel plate rack, and we had 2/3 of a box of clays for the shot guns.
The Thursday gang, after shooting, eating some brats and burgers and kielbasa and pasta salad and chips and salsa and deer summer sausage and more burgers and beer and more beer and more beer...
One of the coolest things I saw all week. A decorative shelf with a hidden compartment for your gat. KRISS Vector not included.
A double magazine holder for your AR. A bit of derp, IMHO, but whatev.
Ambulance Driver exploring the built-in bipod on the Steyr Scout Rifle.
Pocket holster. Not sure I'm a fan of pocket pistols in general, nor of holsters that include material in the trigger guard. I'm not saying it's UN-safe, but it's the general idea of "don't touch the trigger until you want to shoot" that this holster seems to violate.
Because nothing says "Get off my lawn" like a gatling gun...
April 10, 2015
Some observations from Day 1 at the NRA Annual Meeting:
* There are a LOT of people here. I'm not afraid of crowds, but I'm not super comfortable in them, either.
* It's kinda remarkable how many vendors are here. There is a lot of money in the gun industry and gun accessories. At some point, it becomes repetitive (how different can your ammo be, really?)
* The assorted politicians speaking are not really saying anything interesting. So far, they've all mentioned how much they like guns, how they love God and the Bible and 'Murrica and how the liberals all suck. Echo chamber stuff.
* Got a few vendors willing to donate to KTKC this year. Very cool.
* The Taurus Curve is way too small for my hands.
* I want a Barrett 50 cal.
* Everyone is quite polite... "Excuse me, Sir" and "Beg your pardon, ma'am" are the most frequently stated comments.
More tomorrow with pictures.
April 6, 2015
Actually, I'm really going so I can see some pals like TOTWTYTR, Ambulance Driver, JayG, etc. and so Missus JB can hang with her Sister-From-Another-Mister who also lives in the area.
Thursday is going to be the drive, then later that afternoon we're meeting at a friend's place for some shooting, grilling, eating, meeting, beer drinking, and telling
Friday I'll be hitting the convention floor, coon-fingering everything I can, wishing I had more money than I do, and just enjoying time with my friends. Missus an' her pal are going to be doing whatever it is they do.
Saturday I'm helping teach the Shooter Self Care class in the morning, then we're heading home Saturday afternoon.
This place will be kinda quiet for a bit. Y'all help yourselves to the links in the blog roll. If you're going to Nashville as well, holler at me and maybe we can catch up.
March 25, 2015
I understand the idea that a business owner should be able to refuse service to anyone, and that's been true and in practice for years here.
What this does is different. It allows businesses to refuse service to entire demographics of people, based on nothing more than a made-up belief structure and the owner's opinion that a given demographic is undesirable.
And let's be honest: This is about evangelicals not wanting to serve "those gays".
Now, while the legal challenges play out, here's what you do:
1. Call, email, and write (yes, all three) your local state representative and senator. Check the voting record, see if they voted for this abomination, and if they did, let them know you're going to vote the bastards out next time.
2. Get with the social platforms: Find out who's not going to discriminate, and spend your consumer dollars there. And make damn sure all your friends know it, too: "Paw Paw's Auto Repair Shop in East Cornfield, Indiana, said they're not going to discriminate against anyone, so that's where I'm taking my 76 Pinto for repairs from now on!"
3. Open a business of your own. Don't discriminate**.
Trust me on this: Businesses are all about the bottom line. When their bigotry starts to impact profits, they will either change their ways or go out of business.
Still and all, it's sad to see my home state do this sort of nonsense.
I thought we would be better than this.
*Small Government until it comes time to force their beliefs on others, then it's all about rules and regulations and such.
** Although, it would be a delicious bit of schadenfreude to see a gay-owned business refuse to serve a Christian patron "because of your religion", then watch as the Indiana GOP loses their collective shit and cry "War on Christianity!"
March 23, 2015
I've got my thoughts, but I want to hear what you have to say first.
March 15, 2015
As she's come to discover, her father has an old rife in .303 Savage. He, being a generous and unselfish sort, has been giving what spare coin he has to his community, his church, etc. And, as a retired factory worker who still works on his own farm, what spare coin he has is sparse indeed.
Julia was talking to him about that old rifle and he mentioned that he used to love shooting, but hasn't in several years for a variety of reasons: It's not compliant with Indiana's limits on cartridges for deer hunting (you can google those regulations if you want, but the "tl,dr" version is this: Handgun loads only in rifles... .44 Mag and the like. Things like .270 Winchester or 30-30 or 303 Savage are out) is the biggest one.
Lack of money for ammo to go to the range is the other reason. And perhaps the biggest.
At any rate, Julia wants to get her dad a box or three of ammunition for his rifle as a gift so he can once again enjoy the pleasure of going to the range and slinging lead and smelling the cordite and feeling the recoil and hearing the "CLANG" of a steel target.
I did a quick check of Ammo Seek dot com, and only two hits.
Any sources of .303 Savage are welcomed.
March 10, 2015
My left hand to Shiva, I saw a thread on a forum asking "How do you carry when you ride on your boat or Jet Ski?"
Look, slick, here's the thing: If you're on a boat, in the middle of the lake, you don't NEED to be carrying. Do you think that a street thug with a penchant for holding up the local liquor store is going to air-drop from a CH-47 and land on your boat and hold you up for your wallet before rolling off the gunwhale into the water and escaping with his SCUBA gear?
People like these idgits really annoy me.
How you should carry in 99.826% of your wakeful time: In a holster, on your hip, secured to a sturdy belt, and covered with your shirt.
If you think you're going to play Special Operator who Operates in Operations while you're swimming at the local watering hole, you're wrong. Quit trying to be something you're not.
March 8, 2015
Since I have an AR in the standard 5.56 NATO, I decided that this next is going to be in .300 BLK, and rather than all-black, I'm going FDE.
That's as far as I've gotten.
I don't have any particular niche this will fill. No matter the cartridge, I can't use it for hunting deer in Indiana (unless they pass the new cartridge regulation suggestions, but given that it wasn't until 2006 that Indiana adopted Daylight Savings Time, I'm not hopeful for rapid change from the state gummermint), so the primary purpose, like all my other rifles at the moment, is target shooting. I want it to be accurate out to 200 yards, just in case I *can* someday use it on Bambi's daddy, but otherwise, I've got no specific needs.
So, now I need suggestions on parts. Logic tells me the first place is a lower parts kit, with trigger and grip, then add the barrel.
Price is a factor. I'm not eating rice and pintos daily, but I also don't wipe my ass with a Ben Franklin. So keep the suggestions in the "reasonable" range, please.
It's been a winter of brutal temperatures, made worst by brutal winds (living on the flats as we do, with little to break up the gusts once the corn is harvested, makes for a breezy situation.)
We made it through the winter fine, compared to last year. Last winter involved frozen pipes to the washing machine, my Heep spending the winter outside, a frozen battery in said Heep, and we ran through the firewood by middle February. We don't need the wood for heating, but it is nice to have it for the fireplace and as a "backup" option, should the electricity go out and we can't run the furnace.
Anyway, this year we did better. I still have a handful of logs on the wood pile, I spent last summer re-organizing the garage to make space for both our vehicles, and we hit the canning of food pretty hard last fall. There are plenty of green beans, tomato pasta sauce, carrots, etc. still in the pantry, and while the meat freezer is getting thin, I still have some venison left (gonna make venison Shepherd's Pie for the Missus tonight.)
It's warming up this week, and not a moment too soon. Dogs are getting cabin fever like the rest of us (I'm not letting the Spawn sit in front of the TV on Wednesday, since it should be near 60 degrees... they can go outside and burn off some energy) and I'm really looking forward to opening the windows and letting a breeze fill the house.
That, and I'm really wanting to go shooting, and I'm too much of a wimp to go to the range in single digit temps.