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Monday, September 26, 2011

The COP Carries

One of our paintballers in Michigan is a COP for one of the local towns. Sitting around the campfire, I asked what he carries. A Sig 226 and an alloy S&W 357 on his ankle. He also has a Sig 223 with a folding stock. I don't remember the model.

I asked about over penetration with the 223, and he responded with something about the type of ammo used. He didn't seem to want to talk about it so I dropped the subject.

I'd bet that full power rounds out of that small revolver would be rather painful. That's certainly true for the 44 bulldog I have.

On My Way to Hell

The Boss asked me to stop at the realtor and sign some papers for an upcoming possible offer on another house. We've been looking to downsize. We want a smaller and easier to maintain place. While I was gone we bought a house, to my surprise.

She said she prayed about it, and that is where God wants us to be.

Several years ago, while I was gone playing paintball, she bought a Siberian Husky. Somehow, the 2 surprises just don't compare.

Survived Another Trip

To Hell . . . . Hell Survivors Paintball. Last weekend was the annual trip to Michigan to see how many people we can shoot. And yes the 1 year old man made hip served me well. Just had the typical sore muscles that old geezers like me are bound to have.

This year there were 10 of us, with all but 2 hovering around the 40 year old mark. I happen to be 60, and the youngest was 16. Staying well hydrated and a little bourbon before bed helps alleviate the soreness. Actually a few of us got stupid drunk both nights. I think there were 5 empty whiskey bottles in the trash when we left.

Saturday night after giving the young lady, Taco Bell, my order she asked if I was going to be there the next day. She said that she would bring some hair dye for my bead, that would turn it all pink. I had some red paint in my gray beard that looked pink. I actually thought about it.

There was a good time around the campfire, and we simply kicked ass on the paintball field. Great time for all.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Trail Boss

About 2 weeks ago I bought some powder called Trail Boss, to try in 44 special cartridges. It's a propellant with very low density designed specifically for the cowboy action crowd using 45 colts.

I have a Charter Arms 44 special. That little revolver is very light weight. Full house 44 special loads just simply hurts the hand to shoot, so light loads are what I want. By that I mean 240 grain bullets at about 650-700 feet per second.

The trouble is, I finally got some experimental loads built, but there hasn't been the time to try them. And I thought that I'd have spare time at this time in my life. Yeah. Right.

The Cat House . . . Maybe

So far in our search for a smaller place we've found the Tree House, the Septic House, the Cave House and now the Cat House. All of these would have satisfied our criteria, except for certain issues.

Tree House - A tree fell on the roof.
Septic House - The leeching field is on another property.
Cave House - The basement wall is caving in.
Cat House - Extremely strong odor of cat pee.

We passed on the first 3, but tomorrow night we're going to make an offer on the Cat House contingent on what a specialist tells us about eliminating the cat urine problem. The specialist is a company that specializes in things like eliminating mold, cleaning up bloody crime scenes, and eliminating animal odors.

500 No, 5 Maybe

Fiat has sure been pushing their tiny little care, the Fiat 500, lately on the TV. While I find JLo easy on the eyes, I've seen all I want of that car. Fiat must have delusions of grandeur to saddle it with the 500 moniker. The numeral 5 seems more appropriate.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Getting Ready For Hell

One week from tonight I'll once again be in Hell (Michigan) for our annual weekend of paintball at Hell Survivors. Last year there were only 4 of us, and I couldn't play. I spent the time hobbling around with a cane, just barely able to walk. I was taking Vicodin 2-3 times a day for hip pain.

A few days after that trip I was in the hospital getting a total hip replacement. The pain is gone, but the muscle tissue isn't quite all the way back. Good enough though to go shoot people. This year I expect 10-12 of us to make the trip.

As weapons I'll be bringing a Proto SLG and Promaster, both stock black in color. My plan is for the grandson to use the SLG and I'll go with the Promaster, . . . unless the new one happens to get here in time. The new one is a Dangerous Power G4. Mine will be brown with black trim.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Is It Legal

On a rerun of Sons of Guns I just saw them attach a shoulder stock on a 50 Cal Desert Eagle.
Is it now a very short barreled rifle or still a hand gun?
Is it actually legal?

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Be Prepared

Two nights ago I was in bed reading, around midnight, when the doorbell rang, rang and then again. The father-in-law lives in an apartment that is attached via an enclosed breezeway. I thought something might be wrong with him, but there was also a chance that it was someone from the outside.

I grabbed the bedroom 45, donned a robe, and headed to the door. We have motion activated lights outside that were burning brightly. There at the door was an overweight woman that appeared to be in a little distress. Seeing no one else, and 45 at my side, I opened the door enough to talk to her.She claimed she ran out of gas, and I could see a vehicle on the side of the road with flashing lights.

Our driveway circles around the back of the house, so I instructed her to walk out back and I'd give her some fuel. I gave her a gallon or so in an old gas can, and she went on her way.

I swear she never once noticed the bright, shiny chrome plated 1911 in my hand.

Now when I was returning to the bedroom, the Boss was peeking around the corner with her gun in her hand. I was gone longer then she expected, so she got prepared. As I've said before, damn fine woman there.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

A Small Smile

5000 years ago, Moses said, "Pick up your shovels, mount your asses and camels, and I will lead you to the Promised Land."

When Welfare was introduced, Roosevelt said, "Lay down your shovels, sit on your asses, and light up a Camel, this is the Promised Land."

Today, the government has stolen your shovel, taxed your asses, raised the price of Camels and mortgaged the Promised Land to China.


Stolen from Outdoors Unlimited

Monday, September 5, 2011

Just a WONDERFUL Three Day Weekend

Saturday morning, at about 2AM, we lost electricity because of storm damage. Just down the road a bunch of trees hit the ground, and wires. Which meant no nothing, but heat and sweat until Sunday night when a cold front came through. This morning I wiped off with emergency drinking water, just because I could smell myself. Wells require electricity. No juice and no water.

This has happened just too many times in the past, so today we drove to an area with juice and bought 2 generators. They only had 2 left, and the Boss said buy them. The small one is 2KW and a pull start. The larger is 8KW and battery start. If, actually when, it happens again we'll be able to power the well pump, the refrigerator, freezer, and some lights. Living without electricity sucks, and I get very stinky.
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Since we couldn't do much else, we went house shopping again. I think we found the right place at the right price. Today we went through it and the positives out weigh the negatives by a huge margin.

And the generators? It also has a well.
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Oh, . . . . . just as I got the first generator running to test, the power came back on.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Which Shotgun ??

The eldest and I are planning on taking the TDI tactical shotgun course next summer. I have a 20 gage pump purchased in the early 1970s for small game hunting. It has an optional 20" smooth bore slug barrel that could do for the training. But why waste a good excuse to obtain another gun? But which one should I buy.

I really like the feel of this Mossberg,and the adjustable stock for short arms, but I wonder about the tang safety with a pistol grip.

Any ideas out there?

Blessed

About 5 years ago I lost the job I held for 16 years. Basically I was fired for an undisclosed reason. Within a month my personal life went to hell. My mother, living with us, was getting really bad with Alzheimer's, and then moved to a nursing home in Florida near my sister. I remodeled her place for wheel chair access and moved the Boss's parents in there. Her mother died a few months later. Not having a job was actually a good thing at that time.

When the personal life settled down, I landed an easy job doing mechanical design, then I was the engineering supervisor at the same place. When the economy crapped out, that company was merged out of state. I thought I'd be unemployed for a long time, but only missed 2 weeks of work. I worked as a temporary for 19 months, and now I'll be direct hired. When COBRA was no longer available, I now have medical coverage.

There are times when I think I'm blessed with a guardian angel, other than the Boss. She has to be angelic to tolerate my sorry ass for 40 years.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Personal Notes

So far we've looked at at least a dozen houses, some just driven by and others we've been in. Of those the Boss has liked 2. The first a tree fell on the roof, and the second has the leeching field on someone else's property. The search continues.

Tuesday I'll be a direct hire where I've been a temporary for the last 18 months. The other possible position, management, is still up in the air.