Saturday, July 22, 2017

Range day

After the board meeting at Lemoore Sportsman's Club this morning, I hit one of the twenty-five yard ranges to zero the new scope on a custom AR, check my installation of new sights on the Kimber Gold Match, and put some rounds on the CZ P07.
All went well so next trip will be to the 100 to work up loads on some rifles, if it ever cools down any.

Tomorrow it is supposed to be 106, our trap shooting may very well turn into breakfast only.

Y'all have a nice day and maybe take a kid shootin'.

Friday, July 21, 2017

A change in topic

As an old geezer, I am mostly not into politics. Will not be around to see the end of our republic as I knew it.

Since the Bride went Home, I feel like I can't hurt her if I get on another list.
When they stack up around the hooch, I'll get a few before they put me down but she will know I tried.
If you follow the web or news at all, you know that we are not going to turn it around.
Defeatist...maybe. the end.
I took a solemn oath 57 years ago and it has not expired.

The headlines are all wrong. They fill the world with opinion so slanted to gays, illegals, thugs, issis, etc.,etc. it makes one lose hope.
The progressives have changed laws to make what used to be felonies to 'let 'em go'.
Schools are mandated to brainwash kids about sex, sharia, math that doesn't work, 'feelings', everyone gets a trophy, and being white is wrong.
The vets are screwed, the armed forces can't fly, float, or shoot who needs it and they all have to ignore the chick in the men's head/latrine.
The first, second, tenth, fourth, Amendments to the Constitution are being ignored or flaunted to no repercussions.
The majority of the politicos we sent to the state houses and DC are ignoring us in order to keep in a nice corner office and close the doors behind a friendly lobbyist, who will hook him up with another one  who will assure our guy that his watered down bill will have enough support if he would only, (fill in the blank).

Guns and I have been friends for a long time.
In the hooch, (which have no children or democrat visitors) there is a firearm in every room, including the mens room.
Been a shooter since my first BBgun at 7 or eight.
I have scuba dived, flown aircraft, raced motorcycles and cars, spelunked, sailed, and seen the world.
My golf game sucks, but damn, I like to see all of my bullet holes in one hole.
I carry all of my waking hours a 1911 Kimber in .45 caliber. I train, practice, and my awareness of my surroundings are always on tap.

That I live in California, I see it as a micro picture of the future of this country.
Oregon, Washington, New York, Massachusetts, New Jersey, a number of other states of this republic are listening to, and learning, from California.
This is not good.

You know, if both of you who are reading this, take a second and think what will you be ready to do when THEY come.
Shoot, or give up.
One way will save us. The other will enslave us.
I have made my call...with her blessing.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Maybe range tomorrow

I have150 of hand loaded  223,308,and 7 mouser boxed up.
The rifles cased up, spotting scope, mat, sandbags, targets, pen and book, chrony, and desire.
Then it's supposed to be over 100 temp by 10 am. So, there is that.
I really want to see what the new AR (custom built)and Savage 10 can do and check zero on the new scope on the Savage 11.
Skippy don't do hot.
That's why you don't see a lot of trap posts.
Standing on concrete with no shade is not conductive of me  having a good time.
Is there a game on the teevee tomorrow?

Take a kid shooting.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Because nobody reads this...

I want to write a few words about my best bud, lover, The Bride.

She, a widow, me, a widower met online twenty+ years ago.
Months in chat turned into long phone calls as I was five hundred miles away and semi retired and she was working in a high school.
In our fifties we were not looking, but the phone calls got kinda serious.
An exchange of photos, of which we both liked, and it became real serious.
I had posted a resume out onto the net just for the hell of it and got a few hits but most were across the country or out of the country.
One day I got a call from a firm close by and went to an interview which turned into " We need you in Phoenix tomorrow".
The bucks and bennies were there, so off I go. Not calling her. Oops.
My daughter and her two girls were living with me so "It's all yours, see ya."
Ellie calls and finds out 'Granpa is in Phoenix'. Oops.
My daughter said "You should call this lady".
I did, and as she had a spring break coming up I told her "There is a round trip plane ticket waiting for you, if you want it".
She did.
The instant she walked out of that gangway I knew. Instantly, madly, in love.
She later told me "I liked you too".

Twenty wonderful, fun years.
Eight years ago she had health issues which weakened her a great deal.
Soon she was confined to a hospital bed into the living room.
I was her caretaker, best bud, and lover until last Monday.
I guess God thought she had had enough, and called her home.
God I miss her.
I know nobody reads this, but I had to put it down. For me.
Next post will be about guns and stuff.