My favorite toy
Mr. Free Market writes to inform me that he’s off to the North for a spot of bird shooting [jealous], and has laid in an adequate supply of the necessary, to whit:
Off-camera: the case of Scotch.
Remember: there’s no danger of Chinkvirus infection at a driven bird shoot, seeing as the shooters are spaced thirty-odd yards apart.
It’s the after-shoot activities that should give cause for concern… just not to me nor, it appears, to Mr. FM and his shooting buddies.
For some time now, I’ve been hankering after a six-shooter — for no reason other than the usual — and I’ve gotta say, this offering is pretty tasty:
You can get a decent .45 LC revolver for half that, but nowhere near as pretty.
Cops raid some bad guys’ place, find this:
Of course, this will have to be banned because of all those drive-by chainsaw massacres.
I can’t help thinking that this beast is mainly for intimidation purposes — not to mention that the carrier needs to be fairly muscular just to carry it around.
That said, in the hands of law enforcement, I can’t help but think that it would be a decent riot repellent — although a simple bayonet would have pretty much the same effect.
Had occasion to go over to my local Merchant O’ Death yesterday, just to browse a little and to tickle my fancy by looking at a couple of guns I’ve been eyeing out lately. Well…
The handgun counter is usually crammed with guns — well over a hundred, as I recall — and the few guns you see under the glass are either the very expensive (Nighthawk, etc.) or else .22 pistols and single-action revolvers.
Ditto the rifle racks: the nearly-empty one on the left is usually packed with AR-15s and AKs… not anymore. The rack on the right has sporting shotguns, mostly, and even those have been moving out — bought by people who, when they find all their first- and second choices out of stock, are buying double-barreled shotguns just to have something on hand.
The guys tell me that they have over six hundred guns on order, but the distributors are looking after the bigger dealers first, so little establishments like this one are in a desert. Even then: “Have you been to Cabela’s or Bass Pro recently? They’re almost as bad as we are.”
When I think of all the work I’ve done over the years to try and make America a Nation of Riflemen again… and all it took was a few riots in Minneapolis and Seattle to do just that.
Seems like this asshole I mean suspected asshole was in the habit of beating his wife, so in the end she fled to a relative’s house for sanctuary. Abusive Hubby didn’t take to this idea, so he kicked down Kind Relative’s door and rampaged into the house.
Whereupon Kind Relative became Not-So-Kind Relative, and shot Abusive Hubby dead.
[pause to let the cheers and applause die down]
Details here, but you got most of them. It’s Floriduh, so unless there’s more to the story, the cops won’t do anything untoward.
Oh, and it turns out that The Late was using a .380 ACP pistol, but Our Hero was either using something bigger, or else was a better shot.
Range time…
Finally — finally! — I was able to get to the range yesterday, and I think the sighting-in is almost complete. Good grief, it’s been so long (thank you, Chinkvirus), that I probably need to remind y’all what the heck I’m talking about (link):
Here’s the target, at 100 yards:
That was with El Cheapo (Prvi Partizan) ammo. LOL on me, by the way: in the five-shot group, the bottom three were the first fired; then I adjusted the scope and fired off two (the top two that are almost touching) — only I adjusted the scope UP instead of DOWN because Idiot Kim. Finally got it more or less right, although I’m peeved that none of the final three were touching.
Next week, I’ll try a couple different makes over two or more range sessions, see which one works best, and then hold the drawing next weekend. Which means the Hawkeye should be on its way to its new owner around August 20.
Good luck to you all.