Tag: Good Guys

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Righteous Shootings

The plan is, you offer a car for sale on FuckedBook MarketPlace, insisting on a cash sale.  Then, when the prospective buyer shows up with pockets bulging with the stuff, you say “Oops!  Sorry, there’s no car but we’ll take your cash anyway!”  You’ll even have a gun in case things get nasty.

Sadly for the planners in this particular case, their prospective buyer came not only with cash, but with his own gun.  Legally owned*.

So when these assholes did the shooty thing, he did the shooty thing right back and sent one of the choirboys to join the celestial one.

Even though this happened in Illinois (Peoria, not Chicago thanl goodness), the cops weren’t interested in the choirboy’s problems, and gathered around Our Hero instead, offering congratulations and attaboys for helping them manage crime in their town.  Okay, actually:

He was released without any charges.

Good enough.

*here’s what interests me:

The robbery victim who fired a shot was a legal gun owner in another state and had a license to carry the weapon from one state to another.

What is this latter license?  As far as I know, Illinois doesn’t recognize any CCPs from other states.  Can anyone enlighten me on this?

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Righteous Shootings

…from the Youth Division comes this little tale of gunny goodness.

Executive Summary:  Father gets upset with family, threatens to kill everyone in the house, and indeed starts off by killing his adult stepdaughter.  His son says “Enough is enough” and blows a hole in Daddy Dearest, who then assumes room temperature.  Cops shrug and give the kid an “Attaboy” medal.

The only sad thing is that the woman had to die before her asshole stepfather was ushered out.

Plus 1

Good Stuff, The Gun Thing

From Frequent Commenter JQ comes this heartening news:

Hi Kim,
I thought you’d be happy to know that I brought one of my nephews to the range for the first time yesterday. We started off with the safety rules. He shot a Ruger Single Six, S&W model 63, Ruger Mk II, S&W model 66 in 38 special and 357 magnum, SW1911 in .45ACP of course, S&W M&P 9c and a S&W model 29-2 in 44 special and magnum. At the rifle range we started with a Ruger 10/22, M1 carbine, M1 Garand and a No4 Mk II Lee Enfield. The lever action Glenfield 30 wasn’t working so we’ll have to try that again on another trip. He liked the 9mm and 22lr rifle best. The 10/22 has a scope on it so it was easier for him to use. With some time, practice and coaching, I’ll bring him to the 1911 side soon enough. If the weather stays nice we’ll visit the range again Friday. Now that the introduction trip has been a success, the flood gates can open. Please have mercy on my ammo locker. lol

Your mantra of making us a nation of riflemen one person at a time still has legs!

Thankee JQ, for doing your civic duty.  Your day at the range sounds like so much fun, I’m jealous.

To the rest of my Readers:  if that little episode doesn’t warm your heart as it did mine, we can’t be friends.

And yes, the mantra doesn’t just have legs, it’s eternal.

JQ didn’t enclose any pics, but here are a few from the archives:

…etc. etc. etc.  All good stuff, and a wonderful intro to The Gun Thing for our young novice.

Inspiring

Good Stuff, Heroism, Resistance

I have often scoffed at people who build or live in houses located in a flood plain (or at least a place prone to occasional floods — not the same thing).  But here’s a story of a guy who did:

Nick Lupton, 60, and his wife Anne, 50, live in a converted 17th century house on the banks of the River Severn.  Since they moved into the four-bedroom detached property in Pixham, Worcestershire in 2016, the house and one-acre of land has been flooded 11 times.

But instead of weeping and wailing when his house was repeatedly underwater, he said, “Fuck this!”  and did something about it.

The couple became so fed up with the costly clear-ups, they decided to surround the entire property with a 7ft-high flood defence.  They spent four months constructing the brick barrier before finally finishing it last October – just weeks before Storm Henk swept Britain.

Here’s before:

And after:

The house itself?  Dry as a bone.  Read the whole story;  it’s excellent.  With more people like this, the Brits would still have an empire.

Of course, this being Britishland, when the flood waters go down the local council will doubtless tell him to tear the wall down because it ruins the character of the 17th-century house, or something.

But let me not be so cynical.

Vulcan’s Worthy Descendant

The Gun Thing

Among the small (and it should be said, wealthy) group of gun aficionados, the name Duane Wiebe is well known, and justifiably so.  Here’s a brief auto-bio of the man — but it must be said, his real bio is in the long guns he has crafted over the past three decades or so.  Here are a couple-three, at Steve Barnett’s place (right-click to embiggen):

Argentine Mauser in .375 H&H Magnum

And to the question, “Can an old Mauser handle the .375 H&H?” the answer is a smack upside the head and an “Of course it can, you silly person!”

Here’s another DW special:

Mauser G33/40 in 6.5x55mm Swede

…and if that doesn’t get your drool flowing and trigger-finger itching, then we can’t be friends.

Okay, for those who want something more American and in a more modern chambering [sigh] :

Winchester pre-war Model 70 in .300 Win Mag:

…with Winchester’s typical swept-back Mod 70 bolt.

Okay, none of the above are inexpensive (see the links), because they are each one of a kind, crafted by an expert who not only knows guns, but loves them.

With a decent lottery win, I could find at least two more (along with all three of the above) Wiebe rifles I’d want to buy, and that’s only at Barnett’s.

I don’t just appreciate craftsmen, I venerate them.  And Duane Wiebe is all that, and more.