Saturday, January 19, 2019

Only New Orleans could screw up a gun buy event.

Yep, here in New Orleans today, there was a gun buy. They like to call them "gun buy backs" but how can you buy something back that you never owned?

Apparently the Mayor's office got hold of some money courtesy of a New York-based outfit (Can you say "Bloomberg"?) and announced that they would pay residents of Orleans Parish for any working gun brought in, no questions asked and no ID required aside from proof of residency. (Yeah, that had a lot of folks scratching their heads.)

The offering price: $500.

You read right. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!

So I quickly decided to part with an old single-shot 12 gauge with a frozen ejector and glued-on handguard. I mean, for $500? Hell yes. I even went the extra distance and snagged a Heritage Arms Rough Rider .22 from a local pawn shop, and since they were only paying one payment to each resident, I recruited one of the charming young ladies I know from the bar to come stand in line and turn it in, with the understanding that we'd split that payment minus what I paid for the revolver. And off I went this morning with two junk guns and a hung-over showgirl to collect a quick thousand bucks.

(Sorry folks...she made me promise no pictures of her.)

We got to the drop-off point an hour early and the line was already almost two blocks long. Damn!
So we stood in the rain and chatted with some of the other several hundred people and watched as the line continued to grow behind us. Apparently I wasn't the only one looking to dispose of a couple of guns this morning.
And after almost two hours, the line had moved about a block and a half and people coming out were reporting that they were out of cash and were only giving out vouchers for whatever. And then they were out of those. A city official came out and announced that they would still accept any guns that people wanted to turn in, but everyone just laughed at him or shook their heads and walked away with their guns. And we, like the majority of those who came out, were in this group. The excuse was that they didn't anticipate this many people. They then clarified in the news later that they'd only intended to accept 200.

Gun buy-back hits capacity in only one hour.


Seriously? How do you not offer five hundred dollars cash for literally any gun and not expect a turnout? Only Mayor Latoya Cantrell's people could screw something up this badly. I guarantee you over a thousand people were in that line.

And let's talk about those people, because I was observing.

A fair number were what you'd expect in this neighborhood, a couple blocks off Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd ad south of Claiborne Ave. They were older black people, men and women, who were bringing in unremarkable old junk. But the majority of the crowd was young, male and white, and several of them still had their guns in the factory boxes, suggesting that they'd done what I did and quickly gone out and bought a cheap gun and rushed down here to sell it for more. And as we all talked, many people openly admitted doing this. Hell, who said capitalism was dead? I think that had they just offered a hundred bucks a gun, many of the locals would have sold their junk and walked away, but since the offering was so high, the money ran out quick and almost every one of those people took their guns back home again. (Note: if anyone on the Mayor's staff is reading this, you need to keep offering $500. I still have two guns to sell you, you jackasses.)

And yes, I did surf the line a bit as we were all dissipating to see what collectibles I could snag, but I came up dry. Well not entirely. Anyone wanna buy a Rough Rider?

I also had to buy my accomplice lunch, and it's a true fact that respectable strippers don't settle for McDonalds after you make them stand in the rain for two hours, so that wasn't cheap either. Thanks Mayor Cantrell. Only a special kind of incompetent politician could screw up a plan to give away money.


Oh--and for the "guns cause crime" argument...a thousand people stood in the rain with guns today and no one got robbed or shot, even after the bulk of them got hosed by their government officials. Maybe more guns don't cause more crime, eh?

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

New (to me) gun!

Snapped up another 1898 Krag yesterday, but when I got it home, I realized that it didn't look like my other 1898 Krag--it's short.

I got it cheap because it was missing the front sight base, but I already located a replacement and the CMP custom shop can install it and fix the finish as best as possible.

But as I research Krags I'm kinda puzzled. What is this little guy, exactly? 24" barrel. Serial number dated to 1901. If it was cut down, work looks to be arsenal/factory job, not "bubba's basement". Didn't cost much so it'll likely stick around as a shooter if it's at all accurate. Any thoughts, bright folks?

Monday, January 07, 2019

Today...

My father would have been 77 today.

So in his memory, I took his guns out to shoot them. But I was denied, as the only area shotgun range is flooded and closed.

Still...they're going to get a good cleaning tonight nonetheless. With a good western on the TV and a beer or two afterwards.


My Father's Guns.

Not forgotten. I wish we'd had more time.

Friday, December 21, 2018

Just...wow.

So the other day, I sent a text of this picture out to a rather well-known firearms enthusiast.
The reply was as expectwed, along the lines of: "OMFG!! Where did you find it? Did you get it? Ah, I see it has the Bomar sight, but not the extended one...Is the barrel bushing tight as hell?"

Yeah, I knew he'd recognize it. Sadly I did too when I saw it in among a few hundred other firearms this past week. It's a custom-built US Service Pistol Team 1911 in .45, and alas, it's one of the 450-odd small arms in the museum at Jackson Barracks, New Orleans, Louisiana that were caught by the floodwaters following Hurricane Katrina.

Of the 200+ buildings on post when the water came, only about thirty did not have to be rebuilt from scratch. Parts of the post were under 20 feet of water and this water contained sewage and just about every chemical you could imagine in a flooded industrial community.


Like the rest of the collection, this pistol spent about two and a half months submerged in the toxic sludge before it was dried off and roughly stabilized by the curatorial teams, however they all look like this one now--or worse--with finish wear, pitting, ruined stocks, etc. Historic military arms from the 19th century on upwards, including almost a dozen Thompson sub-machine guns, BARs, Springfields, Krags, Reisings, Colts of every flavor, and numerous foreign guns too. (I noticed a beautiful German MP40 that didn't look like it got wet at all...at least on the side I could see.)

The reason I got to see them was because I'd gone in and spoke to the staff about possibly donating some of my collection to replace the ones that they lost due to the flooding. One thing led to another and now it looks like I'll get the chance to volunteer to help fix and preserve some of these guns starting in January. It's a big job that really is just getting started and they need the help. Since I've owned or worked on much of what they have, why not?

And as thought, if any of you do have any period US Military arms that you'd like to see preserved in their brand new public museum and it's soon-to-be awesome "Wall of Weapons" display, please contact me and I can assist with the donation and proper credit to you. Some of mine will surely be going in there and I can't think of a better place for them to be displayed forever.

Monday, December 10, 2018

Well that didn't take too long

I got home late Monday night. I left my bags on my kitchen chair. Went out Tuesday night and came home to find my backpack had been dragged off the chair and all through the house to the dog beds where two K9 conspirators managed to open every compartment with food in them and remove said food. They feasted on trail mix, granola bars and MRE snacks to their heart's content and just scattered all of the non-food items (clothing, loaded magazines, tools, etc.) that were apparently in their way. And this pack weighed 34lbs at the airport--not an unimpressive feat.


Jerk dogs.

Saturday, December 01, 2018

Enough.

Yesterday our operations were disrupted when five buses stopped on Mexico Highway 2 just on the other side of our border fence and 217 Guatemalans got off, walked over our fence and onto our country, and sat down to await Border Patrol. They do this regularly now and this bunch admitted coming from Tijuana where they arrived with the caravans. They didn't seem to know--or wouldn't say--who chartered the buses. What they do know is that they claim asylum, then they get a court date and released into the US until the hearing. Of course they'll never show up and we'll have to hunt them down and try to deport them one by one.

This screwed us up because it took every single Border Patrol Agent in the sector to process them, meaning no one was watching any of the rest of the fence or the interior checkpoint. And the cartels know this and exploit the opportunity to move whatever they want into our country.

My small unit had an operation planned that needed support from Border Patrol and we got hosed and had to improvise. This meant a lot more walking for us but we finally got to a location where we could watch the border with some pretty good optics where we expected a smuggler crossing attempt. We came up empty again, seeing nothing but their own scout in an observation post on the Mexican side of the border. So we spent hours watching a Mexican in Mexico as he spied on our border. But alas, no smugglers came. We just watched the scout cook his dinner while we snacked on trail mix, fruit and peanut M&M's. After dark we put our night vision on, but nothing human moved below so finally we broke it down and hiked back out.

Scout spotted with excellent optics on the far hill.

Close-up of the ridge where he is. About half way down the spine, just below the organ pipe cactus. Can you see him? He's only about threee miles away.

Today, every time we tried to do anything near the border, more small groups of Hondurans and Guatemalans came across the fence and waited grinning to be taken in. we can't do a thing to protect our borders now because we're all too busy ferrying these invaders around like some sort of large-scale welfare Uber.

But my detail here ends tomorrow, and I'll be replaced by others. It's been educational but frustrating, and between being undermined by the liberals and watching our system be gamed and abused by hordes of foreign invaders who have clearly been coached on where to cross and what to say when they get here, I'm ready to just get back to my bars and burlesque girls in New Orleans.

Anyone who votes for politicians who support this sort of open borders nonsense is aiding and abetting the destruction of our country. Build the damn wall already.

Thursday, November 29, 2018

"Allies" we could do without.

It's not just us, Border Patrol and Illegals down here. As remote as it is, there are several other players on the gameboard. Each of them crosses our path more days than not and considers themselves the good guys here.In reality, they're all pains in the ass that we could better do without.

First one is a group called "Humane Borders" that runs around out here setting out water jugs for the illegals. They advertise in Mexico so that border-crossers know where their water stashes are, and make it a lot easier for the smugglers to get through. They claim that they only want to help "migrants" but you can't help one group without materially aiding the other group too. And they try to intervene when we contact illegals, videotaping us and trying to advocate for the illegals. It's pretty clear where their loyalties lie and it's not with us.

Then we've got "No More Deaths", or "No Mas" as they refer to themselves. These are the more radicalized version of the group above. They are openly antagonistic and provocative towards us and their main activities seem to consist of setting out secret water and food caches on routes known to be used mainly by drug smugglers and following us a nd Border Patrol around to harass us for their youtube videos. Many of their members are also members of the above group.

Next we have "Veterans on Patrol", another group of people who apparently have no jobs and spend their days running around near the border while open-carrying their guns and pretending to fight the cartels and US government corruption. As far as we can tell, very few of their members have ever served, and their leader, Michael Meyer, is a convicted felon who is certifiably nuts. Google him and his group if you have time to waste. They basically just drive around and get in the way of real border operations while making videos about all of their pretend heroics.

And finally we've got the indian reservation adjacent to us that most of the smugglers head to. The indians love tha drug money and stash houses and drivers abound on the res, making life so much easier for the smugglers. If they were to try to hike clean up to I-8 to the north, it would take them 10-14 days. But they can cut across us and hit the res in a day or two and dump their loads at any one of a number of village houses set up to hide them. They have their own tribal police but many are complicit and the rest don't try too hard because they have to live there.

This doesn't include a few local businesses known to be sympathetic to illegals and passively hostile to us and BP. Even in the towns where most of the trade comes from BP agents and their families, there are still some who take the other side due to family ties or other reasons. A particular woman ad the local gas station loves to ask us questions about what do and what our day's plans are. She's anglo but lives in Mexico with her twice-deported husband.

Even down in this sparsely populated area, there are many facets in the fight to protect our border and the interior beyond.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

A delicious victory

So the last couple of days here have been pretty unproductive. We've hiked some rough terrain with no results, and on Sunday me and a partner managed to get ahead of a small group of three smugglers and set up on a small hill to wait for them, only to have them go to ground and hole up, probably because one of their network of scout/spotters sitting on a hillside on our side of the border saw us and warned them. For those who don't know how this game is played, the cartels are all in over here and they keep a network of lookouts in place both on their side of the border and on ours with optics and communications gear just to watch for us and to guide their smugglers across. These scouts also approach small groups of illegals trying to cross without having paid the cartels a crossing fee and they will beat those illegals and send them back to Mexico to pay. And these scouts will stay up in their posts for days, or sometimes weeks, being resupplied by passing groups or by special resupply teams who bring them food, water, batteries, new phones, etc.

Now last night, just as we were getting ready to call it a day, we got a call from Border Patrol that they had two groups trying to cross at once, both pretty far apart. They do this sometimes to divide our resources so we decided to help out and we went after one while Border Patrol chased down the other. We drove to a wash where our group was coming up and tried to intercept our group of four (turned our to be five) only to have them drop their backpacks and other gear and run back to Mexico, climbing back over the border fencing just ahead of us. So we lost them but got their packs. And when we went through the packs--nice new camouflage backpacks--we found that we'd caught a resupply group and interdicted a metric ton of food and water intended for some scouts, everything from rice and beans and water to cookies and cakes and sodas and new cell phones.

So even though we didn't catch these particular toads, some scouts undoubtedly went hungry last night while we ate ourselves stupid on the store-bought packaged cookies, candy bars and other delicacies that had been intended for them. Thanks, cartel shoppers. Send more Chokis next time please--these things are yummy!


Oh, and Border Patrol caught one guy on their chase and nabbed three dope bundles and another food bag too. Lot of hungry Mexican scouts in America last night.

Friday, November 23, 2018

91 future Democrat voters

Driving along this morning, on our way to do something important, and we get waylaid by two large groups of illegals who step out of the brush, begging to turn themselves in to pretty much anyone coming along. Today it was us, but they'd have surrendered to a county road crew had one come along first.

So we get jammed up, and every Border Patrol agent in the sector has to come and help search, transport and process them. This means no border patrol checkpoint and no scrutiny on the rest of the border for hours. But 91 people up from Guatemala, Honduras and Nicaragua all got free rides to the border patrol station, free food, and after processing, mpost will get free transportation to anywhere in our country that they want to go, right along with a notice to reappear in immigration court in Tucson in a few months. None of them will show, of course. They don't respect our courts or our laws any more than they respect our border or our land, which they trashed thoroughly right in front of us. We gave them bottles of water. They drank the water and just threw the bottles on the ground and we had to pick them up ourselves. After they we gone, we found where they's camped last night and it looked like a garbage truck had dumped clothing, food containers, water bottles and other debris in the wash that they'd been in. It's noteworthy that Mexico has offered them asylum and jobs but they've refused that because they wanted to come to the land of the golden food stamp. And here they are. At least three were pregnant, and a few of the men, when asked for identification, presented their official notices of deportation from the last time they were here. That's how little fear they have of any meaningful consequences for returning after being deported before.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Still here...and happy Thanksgiving.

Down on the border wall, the army continues to harden the fence.

Thanks to that liberal judge overturning the President's order denying asylum to illegals who just jump the border, they are coming our way again. Yesterday a Honduran woman with two kids ran through the traffic lanes at the port and immediately began screaming, in English, that she was pregnant. Before that judge's stupid call, they'd all have been sent back to Honduras. But because of it, they got processed and given a bus ride to Tucson and notice to appear in court for a future immigration hearing that they'll never show up for. And there ARE 200 more in the civic center south of the border just waiting to walk across and start getting American charity and welfare benefits.

Ten miles down the border fence though, some of us are still trying to do our jobs, watching for the drug mules and more desperate illegals who already know that their prior criminal history bars them from asylum. They want to get in too though. And that's why old fat guys like me climb mountains to set up observation posts to spot them.
So this was yesterday. Today I'm just back in from a long, tiring hike up and down lots of mountains where we just missed a group of probable dope smugglers based on the trail signs and fresh litter we found. We tracked them as far as we could but came up empty.

And the litter. As far as the eye can see, nothing but litter in our "pristine wilderness area". Empty water bottlers, food containers, clothing, etc.; these pigs just throw anything that they're done with down wherever they happen to be. You can stand anywhere here and look around and you will find trash thrown down by illegals. This is their culture and how they lived in their countries and you can be assured that it's not going to chance when they get up here and start working for cash under the table and scamming EBT with false documents. Personally I think that every eco-loving liberal who supports open borders needs to be forced to come down here and pick all this crap up.

Or maybe I'm just bitter because I'm tired and didn't get any turkey today. But Happy Thanksgiving to each and every one of you.