Monday, September 17, 2018

Still here. With the dogs. Down by the river.


Watching the riverboats head downriver.

Life's good.

Monday, September 03, 2018

These things I do for you

Because I care for my readers, I went down to the French Quarter to get some pics of the Southern Decadence parade. This is only because I care about all of you.

There were lots of guys to photograph too, but I obviously don't care that much.










You're welcome.

Saturday, September 01, 2018

SKS shoots

And here's the SKS in action, now in it's original condition with a solid 100 yard zero.



One more vintage rifle saved from the unholy alliance of Bubba and Tapco. I'll call that a win.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Finally!

The SKS restoration project is finished. Took forever and a day to locate a magazine, gas tube and bayonet for it--fortunately I had a spare stock in storage--but it looks the way that it's supposed to look again and it passes it's function checks. I'm not at all unhappy with how it looks, although it cost me a fair bit more than I was expecting to get the parts needed. The market in surplus SKS parts is not what it used to be.



But it's done and just needs a range test and sight-in. I KNOW that the front post is jacked just by looking at it so I need to put a proper mechanical zero on it. Oh, and cleaning? It was in sad shape in that department. Fortunately no corrosion inside, so apparently it wasn't shot with old surplus ammo and left to sit like so many of the early SKSes were. Lucky for the surplus rifle community, that old corrosive ammo is pretty much gone these days.



Again, it's done. I'm pleased. And here it is with it's three rack mates. (New one on bottom, Chinese above, Romanian above that one, and Russiann gun on top.) Bring on the mindless zombies/antifa.

Saturday will be a great day for range time out of the city, because this week-end it's gonna get crowded around here: Southern Decadence. Sigh.

Sunday, August 19, 2018

Don't cry for me, Smith and Wesson...

A friend that I invited to the range brought his gun. Not much of a shooter, he got ther gun for home defense from someone who owed him money. I saw it and thought I was going to be sick.

It's a Smith and Wesson 686 "pre-lock" that some Bubba decided had too many sharp edges, so he ground down the hammer...
He also removed the front sight with a grinder, then took it to the top strap after removing the adjustable sight base. Even filled in the notch where the old sight base used to set.
And this is how you turn a $1200 factory snub nose .357 Magnum revolver into a parts kit.
He also lightened the trigger, probably by cutting coils off the hammer spring, so that if misfires about 50% of the time. But hey--it's easy to draw from a pocket now, right?
Sigh...

Wednesday, August 08, 2018

Sometimes I still outsmart myself...sigh

So the other day, I'm taking a young lady to the range for her first time out, and I happen to spot a beat-up SKS in a Tapco stock with no magazine and a dented gas tube on the consignment rack marked "for repair or parts". The price was already decent but I made a ridiculous low-ball offer and surprisingly--or not, as it turns out--the seller agreed to it and I walked out with the saddest-looking rifle I've bought in a long time.

Hey, I need to replace that Mini-14 with something, right?

Actually I bought it because I felt sorry for it and because I like to restore sporterized, neglected firearms to their proper glory...and I just so happened to have an old SKS stock just waiting for something like this to come along. and how hard could it be to snag a factory box mag and gas tube, eh? Those are the parts that every bubba rips off of their SKS to replace with Tapco crap, right? The stuff is everywhere...

Well not so much, it seems. Looks like all of the SKS parts have seriously dried up since I last paid attention to such things.


I figured that I was going to be able to restore this rifle to factory spec for hella cheap and have something to hand out to a neighbor in need come the next hurricane or liberal uprising, but I made a fatal assumption on the market and availability for SKS spare parts. Anyone out there got any SKS parts in their junk boxes that they want to sell, specifically a ten-round magazine assembly and a gas tube with handguard?

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Thanks for nothing, Ruger

So it was range day today. Took a new shooter friend and grabbed the old Mini-14GB out of the safe to plink with.

All started well, and the first string I shot, every round was on the 8" plate at 100M. I handed it to my friend, who is not a shooter yet, and every shot was a miss. Not really unexpected. New shooter. So I took the rifle back and fired again, and suddenly I couldn't land a round on the steel to save my life. Every round was hitting close, but only the odd one actually hit steel despite my firing from the bench with and using the sling.
So what's up? I've heard that these old rifles have wondering zeroes when they get hot, but I've never seen this before with this rifle. Granted I've only fired it up north. usually in the fall or winter months, and today it was 95 degrees on the firing line and the rifle barrel was generating visible heat waves during my second string, but this was ridiculous. And naturally I looked like a total wanker with it.

Fortunately I redeemed myself to an extent with my .45 Shield on the steel pates at 25m, but still...

Any thoughts?

Friday, July 27, 2018

Guard dog fail

Poor Belle. She tries, but Tommy the feral porch cat is just not taking her seriously.


Even worse, one of the new kittens just booped her on the nose with a kitten paw when she got close to it.

Murphy just shook his head in disgust then ran all the cats off in about half a second just by walking past the doorway and giving them a look. They seem to know that it's best that he not have to step outside. But Belle? Cats be like: "Get your ass back in that house, dog!"

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Oh, BULL!

So this morning, I was up at the crack of stupid to meet up with a couple thousand people down by the Convention Center for the annual Running of the Bulls, New Orleans-style. This is my second year.
This is kinda like the Festival of San Fermin in Spain, only instead of actual bulls--which are cost prohibitive and messy--they use roller derby girls with bats.

The object of the event is to run/walk the course through downtown New Orleans while the roller girls dash in and out of the crowd and take shots at as many backsides as they can.

And in case you were wondering, some of these gals can really hit. I'm here to tell the world.

You can run, but you cannot hide.

Of course some you don't try too hard to get away from.

And just when you think you're safe at the end, there's a gauntlet you have to run where most of the gals, being faster than the runners, are now waiting.

Even Elvis got his.

And there was a mariachi band...with drinks. Because New Orleans. (Gotta stay hydrated, right?)
And a good time was had by all.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need another ice pack. I'm kinda sore for some reason.

And here's the pics and commentary from last year. Clearly I did not learn a thing.

Friday, July 13, 2018

Snitches get stitches...

"Just thought I'd let you know, Dad...Murphy's on the sofa!"