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!"

Tuesday, July 03, 2018

About had it.

It's fireworks season, and poor Belle is losing her canine mind. Trying to calm her down because I have a late date tonight but no joy...nothing but whining and pacing and no nap for me.

Murphy, he couldn't care less. But Belle... Argh.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

What did I say?

So yesterday I entertained some friends and they wanted to see the Audubon Insectarium, which contains a large room that you walk into with butterflies that are flying free and flitting all around you. Naturally there are signs like this one all over the place.


A couple women where in there with a herd of small kids and one kid next to us read the sign aloud. Another, smaller one, asked his mom if he'd get in trouble if a butterfly landed on him. Mom replied that he would not, and that the butterflies can touch you if they want to but you just can't touch them. The kid looked a bit puzzled by the concept so I tried to explain more clearly.

"It's kind of like a strip club," I said.

Next thing I know, the moms are evil-eyeing me to death as they dragged their kids away.

I mean, did I say something wrong?

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Too soon?

Reportedly the Democrats are furious that President Trump isn't doing more to help Guatemala as they deal with a volcanic eruption with has killed hundreds of that country's citizens. They demanded that he send them aid right away.

President Trump, moved by the news, immediately dispatched ICE to sanctuary cities across America and is preparing to ship the first load of replacement Guatemalans back to that country this week.

And for some reason, the Left is still mad, proving that there's just no pleasing the Left.

Saturday, June 09, 2018

Pattern 14 to the range!

Today just struck me as a good day for the range, so I loaded up the Pattern 14 and some old South African .303 ammo and headed out while it was still somewhat not insanely hot. The range wasn't crowded at all, and as usual, 90% of the shooters there on the rifle line had some variant of an AR. Man I remember the day when I was the subject of scorn at a range or two for having an AR back when they weren't common. Now I'm the odd duck again for not having one. Sigh...

But me and the Pattern 14 got down to business, and business was good.

Firing off the mat--I'm still the only one here that does that--the old rifle put almost every round on the 8" steel plate at 100M. The few that missed were completely my fault. This old war horse is still solid and capable. I have to raise the sight leaf and with the aperture in the lowest setting and when I do it hits right on the steel so regularly that it's kinda boring. But it felt good to lie on that mat and pull that stock up into my shoulder, bringing that trigger back slowly until it broke, the report and the recoil being followed a second later by a sharp ringing noise as the steel target downrange rocked. It doesn't get much better than this morning.

After a time, I put the old iron away and broke out the Ruger 10/22 on the .22 steel range, just to work on my offhand shooting, which is still sub-par.
I player over here for half an hour or so then hit the road.

And in an amazing range coincidence, I was unable to find my shooter's earmuffs in my truck when I got there, so I asked to borrow a pair from the range. Well the range stopped issuing loaners this past month but the range officers know me and as a courtesy they popped open their supply cabinet and gave me a pair from their lost and found...and that pair had my initials clearly painted on both muffs! Well I guess I know where those got to. But what are the odds of them reaching into a box of earmuffs and pulling out my own pair, a set that I didn't even know was missing?

Thursday, June 07, 2018

Rabbit season!!

(Duck season...)


Seen in New Orleans last night. Two free-range rabbits, right there.

Someone had a hankering for Hasenpfeffer.