Ready for the Party

It's my understanding that the UN Arms treaty was to go in effect last week.

I've been on paid holiday for a week now doing home projects.  Most every day I've done some reloading, stocking up on ammo, primarily 45 ACP and 454 Casull.  I have nearly 1,000 rounds each 5.45 and 7.62 x 51, as well as a few hundred each of various other rifle cartridges.

So I'm now ready for the blue helmet party.  The problem is that I haven't seen a single blue helmet.  Hope I never do.

At Least a Grin

Now that's sick, but very funny right there.

I woke up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night and I noticed a Muslim, sneaking through my next door neighbor's garden.

Suddenly my neighbor came from nowhere and smacked him over the head with a shovel, killing him instantly.

He then dug a grave and put the body in it and covered it. Astonished I got back into bed.

My wife said, "you're shaking, what is it?

"You'll never believe what I've just seen," I said, "that son of a bitch next door still has my shovel."

Merry Christmas

I hope all had and are having a wonderful Christmas.

The Boss and I have reduced gift spending for each other quite a bit over the years.  Bought her an emerald necklace and a couple inexpensive yard ornamentals.  I received an angle grinder and a pair of cowboy styled work boots.  Spending on the grandkids is another matter.

The granddaughter informed me that she won't be able to make it to the stable to clean the horse stall for a while.  With the Boss's bad back and knee that leaves me to shovel horse crap.  The new boots are appreciated.  Easier to change as not to track mud and crap into the truck.

I'll be off work for the rest of this year.  The plan is to load some more ammunition, get to the range, assemble and install another rail section on the deck, and try to ride our horse for the first time.

The Boss always has conflicting plans.  Since she's at home when I'm at work she's always wanting to go somewhere and interact with family and friends.  And I want to be at home away from most people.

More Fun With The Lever Gun

My first experience with the Rossi M92, 454 was not really very good. A pin going through the bolt worked loose jamming the action.  I was shooting 300 grain Hornady XTP Mag in front of 31 grains of H110.  My Super Redhawk spits those out at a little less than 1600 F/S.  The M92 launched them at around 2200 F/S.

After re-installing the pin I loaded some 240 grain XTP Mags.  When I finally managed to get some.  I usually load them with 33 grains of AA#9 for 1800 F/S from the Ruger revolver.  Being concerned that the M92 might be over pressured, I loaded them with 31 grains of AA#9 this time.  Velocity from the Ruger averaged 1656 F/S, a reduction of 150 F/S.  The M92 launched them at an average 2142 F/S.

I ran about 40 rounds through the M92 without any signs of pressure issues, and the action remains very smooth.  Next time I'll go back to the original 240 grain load.

I'd like to tell you about accuracy, but I can't tell much with my old eyes and old fashioned irons.  If I can get my eldest son to the range, he'd get us a better idea of how accurate it is.

It'd be a shame to ruin the trim lines of that rifle, but I need one of those small red dot sights mounted in place of the rear sight.  Since I put a 2X scope on my side lock muzzle loader, I guess I can put a red dot on a lever action.

Help Himself, I Wish

We have a few grandchildren that really aren't blood relations.  They are ours just the same.  They've all lived a less than stable life, especially the oldest, a boy.  When he was a toddler, his mother and new sister left him with us for the weekend.  She came back for him a few months later.  We considered filing for custody, but the law being what it is we knew that would be futile.

So now the kid, 19, is all messed up.  He dropped out of school and has been bouncing from "friend" to friend for a place to sleep.  When they kick him out he wanders back home and stays just long enough to violate the rules of the house, and then gets kicked out of there.

A few weeks back he asked to stay with us.  The Boss and I agreed to try and help him dig himself out of his hole.  He lasted about 2 weeks.  He knew that we were locking the doors at 11PM.  If not back by then, then stay out 'til 8AM.  We're not doing the late night coming and going games.

The first violation involved leaving all the doors open and less fuel in my truck. 

The second time he came home just before 11, and then again around 2:30AM.  The second time he had a girl with him.  He didn't have a house key, so he left a window and back door unlocked when he left.  He was rather surprised to see me standing in the kitchen doorway.

He's lost his drivers license, and has yet to see a judge regarding arrest for sleeping in a park.  He got a temporary job, who knows how long that will last, and is driving a friends car without a license.

He's gone now.  Maybe some day he'll decide to get his life in order, if not jailed or dead first.  If he tries, we'll help.

Need Boxes

I ran across 2 bags of virgin 454 brass the other day.  Forgot I had them.  So having the other components I started to prepare them for loading.  Problem.  Not enough ammo boxes.  I have 4 boxes, one containing 45 Colt cartridges, the others are full of 454 ammo.  Normally, that would be plenty for the revolver shooting I do.  But now that I have a rifle as well, more ammo is desirable.

Way Too Much Turkey

The worse thing about Thanksgiving is the Monday morning after.  I don't think there's enough coffee in the world to get me through the fog.

Runner up is the turkey.  I like to eat turkey, especially the dark meat, but my intestinal track objects, a lot.  I pay the price as do the noses of all that are near.