that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot
will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he
that stands it now deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this
consolation with us- that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the
triumph. What we obtain to cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.
I know, to post comments with the 'captcha' on, but the spam is clogging up my inbox. Personally, I hate it when commenting on other blogs; the 'word' is sometimes so cryptic it takes me four or five tries to get it right. Love those 'improvements'. So, it's back on. Sorry 'bout that. PS- Are there any alternatives?
Many thanks to all who attended; evidently a good time was had by all (your humble host & hostess included).
Midway into the shoot, we were paid a surprise visit by Lissa , Mike, & Mini-Gunner, who drove all the way up from Florida just to say hi happened to be in the neighborhood; Lissa (then a noob), was one of the attendees at the first NEBS here at the ranch. Good to see them again! I'm trying to remember all the folks that I need to add to my "met" blogroll, so if you're not there, & you were here, lemmeno! AND, the very nice host/hostess gifts, while truly unnecessary, are much appreciated. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have whiskey to drink & cigars to smoke...
Nope, not a harpoon tip for the Pillsbury Doughboy.
Seems all five of my readers have been confounded by the contraption I cobbled up the other day- here’s the whatzzit.
I do my own felling of firewood here on the ranch, & occasionally it is necessary to connect a “twitch” line to a tree to maneuver the tree around obstacles that will prevent a good fall. In the past, this was accomplished by cutting a 20’ or so sapling, limbing it, & using said pole to push the cable noose up to a point on the tree where winching and/or pulling on it will do some good (IOW, up high to get leverage). Of course, a pole that long is going to weigh a few pounds, in that the maker of trees has figgered out that a long taper growth pattern gives stability. So the push-pole is a pain to make, heavy, & only lasts a year or so until the tip gets rotted & breaks off, rendering the whole thing unusable.
Now, each year this whole process becomes a tad more difficult as my timeline gets longer, so I pondered on a replacement.
“Eureka!” , says I. The roof snow rake we use has four, 5’ long interlocking sections, & is all nice & light. Into my junk heap, err, materials depot I dive to find a suitable piece of tubing to fit the end of the aluminum rake handle. Whilst there, I found an old fireplace poker which already had the kind of terminal geometry I had in mind.
Cut off a short section of the poker, heated it with the torch, slapped it on the anvil, & hammered the end of it flat. Drilled a detent hole in the tubing for the handle interlock, drilled the flat part of the poker & the tube for rivets, & assembled.
Now, the whole unit weighs about 6 pounds, instead of the 30 or so of the sapling counterpart. The hook part is a bonus, as it allows me to grab an already choked noose up high for repositioning.
..right back to where... I never wanted to go in the first place.
BUT, the boy & his lovely bride have decided that is where they will be married.
Plane tickets, check (thanks Jersey Girl!). Hotel reservations, check. (as above).
Now- anyone know of the carry laws out there? I'm not taking boomsticks here; I believe that is right out. How about cutlery? Anyone have any FIRST HAND knowledge they could share? Can I carry my 4" AFCK there? Or does it have to be a teeny tiny Gerber folder?
I did an intraweb search, but I've become a tad leery of accepting crap I find there.
I mean, I saw it on the web, it MUST be true, right?
Arthur Clark postulated, "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic".
You know how it goes- show up at an Indian encampment in 1712 with a Zippo & you'd pretty much be a god (or at least a guy to be really good friends with).
I've been fortunate enough to witness a crap-load of technological advances in my lifetime (can you say "internet"?), but some advances, being enhancements of known technology, just floor me.
See the magic:
This is a Streamlight Microstream, & it's pretty cool. But this particular model is not the subject here, it's the WOW factor that flashlights have achieved.
When I was a young-un, a flashlight was a two "D" incandescent contraption that might, on a good day, get about 20 minutes of usable light before devolving into a yellow glow emitter that was not much good except for finding the flashlight if you had left it on. And that only lasted another 20 minutes & you were then, officially, SOL.
Now, look at that picture- that light is 3.5" long, 9/16" in diameter, & weighs just over 1 ounce, with the AAA battery. It puts out 28 lumens (I'm told), but I can light up the barn over 100' away. And, it will do so for over 2 hours on one silly little AAA.
I recently bought a Fenix "tactical" light that puts out 180 lumens on 2 AA batteries. Word is it will do that for 2 hours as well (longer on lower settings).
Stunning useable technology...all within my lifetime.
Now I gotta go research upgrades for the LED headlamps, themselves magic in their own right.
Go placidly amid the noise and waste and remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive personsunless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly ofthose greater than yourself and heed well their advice, even though they beturkeys; know what to kiss and when. Consider that two wrongs never make aright but that three do. Wherever possible, put people on hold. Becomforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment and despitethe changing fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance ... Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love therefore; it will stickto your face ... Reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it couldonly be worse in Milwaukee. You are a fluke of the universe; you have noright to be here, and whether you can hear it or not, the universe islaughing behind your back. Therefore make peace with your God whatever youconceive him to be-- Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin. With all its hopes,dreams, promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. Give up.
I've been meaning to write and say hello, and Happy New Year; it's been busy last two months. I had an interesting story since the last time I was up to see you. On Sunday, after shooting, I left (the airport). I spent the weekend at xxx's house. Late afternoon coming home in my plane, my wife and I were just south of Bradley at 5,000 feet. Nice flight, smooth. All of a sudden there was a strange noise, oil pressure dropping and temperature getting hot. I advised Bradley I was diverting to Meriden , CT. Things got worse. Oil coming out of engine came over the windshield. Smoke now entering the cabin. I was coming down somewhat blinded. Meriden was about ten miles to my south. Within a minute the engine seized. Now out of power, descending blind, it looked like a tough situation. I held course and best rate of descent for maximum glide. I was determined not to be a statistic. Bradley had a supervisor talking to me on the way down. I thought how often they do this in serious or fatal outcomes. I had a casual conversation with him on the way down. I even asked him if there was a decent hamburger joint near Meriden . As I descended below 2000 feet, I was below his radar coverage. He wished me luck and I was on my own. It was real different descending in silence. As I approached Meriden, I had little visibility out front. I made the field and rolled the plane over to align with the runway. Put the landing gear down and set it down safely. Plane was towed to a hanger and the FAA came to inspect. The cause was determined to be a Magneto separated off the engine. Oil quickly depleted and engine stopped. This is an extremely rare event. Well, I'm having a new engine ordered and should be back in the air by March. Just in time for some shooting! My wife may take a little more time to get up again. You never can tell what life has in store. Look forward to seeing you again. Best wishes
He's a better man than me, Gunga Din. They'd have to surgically remove the seat cushion from my nether regions...
Steve from BulkAmmo.com contacted me a while back, & asked if I’d be interested in testing one of his products. Free ammo, I’m in!
He inquired as to the type I’d like, & I suggested 9mm, as I have the most guns in that caliber. Thinking I’d get a box of FMJ, I was pleasantly surprised to receive a box of Fiocchi JHP in my requested weight of 124gr. The HP is reminiscent of the Hornady XTP bullet design: First, the chronograph. This ammo is advertised to reach 1180 fps, but I couldn’t get that speed out of three pistols.
The ammo felt strong, & the low SD is a good indicator of consistency.
The targets. Shooting was done offhand at 10 (+/-) yards.
The Glock clearly liked this ammo; POA was dead center, & I'm pretty sure that flyer was my fault.
The Ruger wasn't quite as happy as the Glock, but acceptable given that I hadn't shot that pistol in over a year.
I didn't record the TZ on paper, as the accuracy of the pistol was lousy; I suspect the sights are way off the mark.
Just for grins, I was going to try the ammo in my old Luger pistol, but, of course, the side plate trigger linkage got all wonky & refused to cooperate- Murphy reigns.
I liked this ammo; it's JHP design is of a proven style for self defense, while the price point allows you to practice with the same ammo you would use in daily carry. I had no stoppages/malfunctions throughout the test in any of the guns.