Monday, November 26, 2007
Here’s one for ya.
The wife works with an older woman, who, at 65 years of age, finds it necessary to sign up w/the Social Security program for her eventual transition into retirement. She had last week off as vacation time, & took the opportunity to begin the process.
Upon arrival at the SS office, she found that all personnel on duty used English only as a second language. She couldn’t make out what the clerks were telling her due to heavy accents, nor could the clerks understand what our lady wanted.
She had to
MAKE AN APPOINTMENT TO TALK WITH SOMEONE WHO COULD SPEAK ENGLISH
in a United States Government office.
So now she has to go back for her appointment this week, inconvenienced by a government agency in place to serve the citizens, just because she had the misfortune of speaking the (present) language of this land.
Are there that many retiring Spanish speaking folks? Probably not.
Could it be that the SS office mainly serves folks who are on "disability"? Probably so.
Crap like this make me want to twist someone's head off...
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Yesterday, the Mrs. & I picked up some shooting related components that we found on a local "for sale" website. We made an appointment to meet the guy at noon, & ended up being early, as I overestimated our travel time.
There was nobody at the house when we got there, so I called the guy on the cell. He said he was on his way, but his wife would probably get there before him, to let us proceed with the purchase, which required some movement of material prior to the actual transaction.
The wife did indeed arrive home first, but upon meeting us in the driveway, she said,
"You look like nice people and all, but you’re hunters so I know you have guns. I’m not going to let you in the house until (the husband) gets here."
We sat in the truck.
The husband did arrive soon after, & apologized for our wait. We moved the material & made the transaction.
Here’s the thing…
The guy is very upper middle class, as ascertained by the house (one of many McMansions in this development), & the VERY large boat in his yard. He was telling us how the boat is "his escape", as well as his time in the woods. BTW, he was late for our appointment ‘cause he was out hunting.
Which brings me around to the title of this post, Howzzat people like these two end up in the same household?
One’s an apparent freaked out liberal, & the other is a down to earth hunter & fisherman type (& a friendly, upstanding guy, from what I could perceive).
Boy, I’ve still got a lot to learn about the human condition…
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
As Sailor Curt put so well, giving thanks is a regular occurrence, not one you have to wind up (apologies to J. Tull) on Thanksgiving Day.
We’re not big on "sayin’ grace" & such around here, but when family gathers on T-Day, I make an exception:
"Father, we give thanks for the abundance of
Happy Thanksgiving Day all.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
As suggested yesterday, here’s the granddaughter’s cousin, once removed, of the old Colt .41.
I had one guess in the comments, & it was oh so close.
This beauty is a S&W Model 58, the "police" issue version of the civilian .41 magnum, the Model 57. 4" barrel & fixed sights, nice deep blue finish, & I like it.
I couldn’t find a source to check the age by serial number (anyone?), but the minimal research I did do indicates this model was introduced on July 10, 1964, & was discontinued somewhere around 1978/9.
That would make this young lady around 36 years old, if you split the difference.
A little young for me, but I’ll make a concession.
Y’know, it’s fun handling these neat guns, but alas, I can’t shoot them.
(Hmmm...mebbe if I talk to the Colonel…)
Monday, November 19, 2007
He was pleased with the results, & now she gets to do it again, on another piece.
I’ll get it here tomorrow, but a hint:
this gentleman seems to have an affinity for the .410" hole size.
Any wagers out there?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Rachel Lucas is suffering over the loss of her long time friend, Digger.
(Go give her some support)
We’ve suffered the same pain, in our loss of Bear, at our homestead.
I’ve lost my Mother, a close cousin or three, & others, human.
The wife has lost her Dad.
These are painful life changing events, as they should be, when viewed in the grand scheme.
But, for the life of me, I don’t understand the feeling of loss for things mechanical.
I had a 1958 Ford tractor, my first, that gave me years of service as a snow mover, skidder, paddock scraper, & general helper. I replaced her with a shiny-new diesel 4WD unit that outworks the Ford in every respect.
When the new owner came to pick her up, I felt a twinge of the loss & sadness that one would feel with the loss of family or pet (family & pet are both the same, actually).
Same deal with my tree-growing, brass-scrounging, yellow-jacket-home of a plow truck. A bud of mine & I brought her to her new owner Saturday, where she’ll be used this winter as is, then parted out for inclusion into another truck.
All this is not to deride the pain of loss of sentient beings, simply an observation of the human condition.
I never considered myself the "sensitive" type- is it a "guy" thing?
Or, as I’ve long suspected, I’m just a loony?
Saturday, November 17, 2007
in purchasing my Ammo Day rounds.
This time I outfitted the ’03 (Rock Island) Springfield sporter with Remington Core-Lokt 180 grainers & Winchester 150 grain Power Points. After the rebates mentioned in the last post, the cost came to $8.76/box of 20. That’s almost mil-surp prices (if you can still find any).
Go. Buy. Ammo.
Friday, November 16, 2007
In honor of National Ammo Day (well, no, not really), Winchester & Remington are offering rebates on ammo.
I know ammo is scrotum crushing expensive these days, but $5 back on a box? You can’t beat that w/a stick.
Go here for the Winchester rebate form, & here for the Remington one.
Gotta love ammo on the cheap…
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
That trees will grow in the ballast sand in the back of a yard plow truck?
That those trees can achieve a height of over ten feet?
That yellow jackets don’t really go dormant in the fall?
That if you stand in the bed of the subject truck to shovel out the sand while removing the trees, you can find very large amounts of yellow jackets who are less than happy about being disturbed?
I know that.
Monday, November 12, 2007
"Just a late Father’s day gift I had forgotten last trip."
Okay. I open the gift & contained therein was a 20 round box of Remington 170 grain cartridges in .30-30.
"Well, I always like to get ammo, but I don’t have a .30-30."
"You do now…"
He then presented me w/this little beauty- 1950 vintage according to the serial #, & in about 90% condition, I’d say.
Gotta love that kid…
Sunday, November 11, 2007
THE CAUSE (1918)
By Paul Scott Mowrer
Poet laureate of New Hampshire
Let but the cause seem beautiful, dear God,
If we must die. Make us believe, in truth,
For all mankind we thus forswear our youth,
To stay till end of time the oppressor's rod;
That but for us, harsh power would ride rough-shod
Through freedom's delicate gardens, and the tooth
Of hatred rend our people without ruth;
So might we sleep contented, under the sod.
For else, who knows what gladness here on earth
Was destined us, what nobly high employ?
Oh, hard it is that youth should cease to be!
For now came love, with a great glad rebirth
To company our way, and now came joy!
Not death we fear, but death's futility.
Thank you to all veterans, past & present, who have sacrificed their time and lives to maintain our freedom.
God Bless America & Those that Keep Her.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Count the .30-30 story among them.
Too damn busy doing other stuff, & I keep forgetting the stoopid picture.
I did however manage to get a pic of the old woman shooting a friend’s Uzi.
This one is a fairly new Uzi, select fire (i.e. full auto), VERY nice red dot sight (didn’t catch the brand), with a removable silencer, attached when this pic was taken.
How many PSH points does this garner?
BTW, I’ll GET that ’94 pic & I WILL tell the short tale.
I’m not kidding…
Thursday, November 8, 2007
until tomorrow, anyway.
I was gonna regale y’all with the short story of how I acquired my very nice 1950 vintage Winchester ’94, but life got in the way today.
We’re in the material acquisition stage of rebuilding the horse stalls in the barn, planned for this weekend, & running around getting wood (for building, not burning, THIS time) & the associated materials has plumb run me out of daylight. I need daylight to take a half-decent picture of anything (probably just because I’m a lousy photographer & don’t know how to use artificial light correctly).
Sure, I could tell the story, but what good would that be without a pic?
If tomorrow goes OK, I’ll have it posted then.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
No, not the political kind, although I am one of those as well.
This is the "conservator of stuff" kind, or, save what you’ve got ‘till you REALLY need it.
In April (no bugs, no leaves) of each year, I begin my logging operation, with the prospect of felling, bucking, & splitting all the firewood we will need for the following year. I say following year because I keep two years’ usage on hand; i.e., this year I cut for winter of 2008/9. Logging is fairly dangerous sport, & I figger if I bust an arm or something while doing it, we won’t be screwed for the coming year.
So here we are when "the Whales of November Turn Gloomy", & the temps take a dive. When the c-o-o-l begins, I’ll start a fire in the living room stove just to keep off the chill. The cellar stove will lay dormant a while longer. Here’s where it gets nutty.
I love being out in the woods, so on a nice day like today, I’ll take a modified backpack frame I garagineered to hold wood, a strong bowsaw, & walk out in the woods TO GATHER FIREWOOD!
I’ll find a good place, cut standing dead hardwood to stove length, then pack 40 or so pounds of it back home for the fire.
Eight cord standing stacked & me packing in 40# of deadwood to keep warm.
CAPITAL "C", off the deep end…
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
and I don’t think the sample size is adequate to make any real analysis.
There were essentially two polls, the first, only up for three days before it went TU, received 70 votes. The second, up for a week, gathered 42 votes.
Although highly unorthodox in the data analysis environment, in light of the small data set I have combined the two totals to review. In descending order of percentage:
All three 18.8%
Shooter only 17.0%
Hunter only .9%
Collector only 0%
Total combined vote total was 112. Incidentally, while it is bad form to combine totals, the percentages pretty much stayed the same as either poll standing alone.
I was looking to verify, as I suspected, that most of the gun type blog readers are Shooters. Additionally, I was anticipating finding out if the "Hunter only" group was as strong on the 2A as "Shooters+" typically are- but I'm not gonna pick on the ONE guy. There is/was much to be learned here about our gunnie community, but alas, when site traffic is counted on yer fingers, data accumulation is difficult.
The "Collector+" group was the largest percentile, but "Collector only" was zero. From that I would infer that "true" collectors are rare in our corner of the blogosphere, in that what we term collectors are really "accumulators" of the toys we like the best (it is so in my house). AND, we play with them, for the joy of shooting, or as tools for hunting.
My thanks to JayG & JimmyB for providing links which allowed some measure of data to be collected.
CORRECTION of ERROR of OMISSION: I forgot to add Squeaky who TWICE linked to the poll. Thanks lass...
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
We have a short-term visitor at our house. She’s 82 years old, & pretty feisty if you get her loaded.
She’s a Colt Army Special in the ever popular .41 caliber. 6" barrel, & a few finish issues, but the inside of the cylinder & the bore look like this piece was made yesterday. Probably a military or police officer’s carry piece, as it looks much handled & little shot. And that Colt double action? Mmmmmm.
She’s visiting to be fit for some new leather. The lady of our house has a small leather repair/fabrication business on the side, primarily to service equestrian gear. But as we have a local gun shop, & the proprietor is a friend of ours, she will occasionally make heavy duty carry belts, custom holsters, & as requested, knife sheaths. So after the old girl is outfitted, (the gun, not the wife), she’ll be back with her real family.
I’ll know already I’ll miss her (the gun, not the wife).
Thursday, November 1, 2007
I was talking to a self-employed carpenter today, & he was lamenting the fact that he will soon be fined by the PR of MA for not having health insurance. The fine will equal his normal tax exemption for health care, IF HE HAD IT!
He was a bit irritated as he went into his take on the root cause for the whole issue: a bunch of non-citizens freeloading on the system, requiring the citizen TAXPAYERS to shoulder the bill. I think he’s spot on with that assumption.
I felt bad for the guy- he was probably early 60’s, can’t get on his wife’s med insurance, so he’s paying his own (medical) way as needed.
Then the farging gummint comes along & robs a few more dollars from him.
Remember R. Reagan’s quote of the nine most feared words in the language?
"I’m from the government & I’m here to help".
Whatta state THAT state is in.
But I'm sure Hitlery's plan is much better...